What religion were you a part of, and what are you now?
Both parents were fairly religious. My father was raised with beliefs somewhere along the lines of the Seventh Day Adventists, but went to various different churches growing up due to moving around a lot. My mother moved around even more than dad did, so she had a more generalized exposure to Christianity. I think my mother in particular was looking for more spirituality when we were growing up. I got the impression that, while she’d always been generally religious, she was going through a hard-core Christian phase when I was a kid.
The church I ended up spending the most time at was a Pentecostal church. Before that was a Baptist or Gospel one, I think. I was pretty young when I was going there. The Pentecostal one left a bigger impression anyway. People speaking in tongues, prophesying, and “healing” each other makes for some pretty unforgettable experiences.
Now, I’m agnostic to atheist.
Did you consider yourself to be very religious before?
Yep. The 'rents were religious to the point of being more than a bit loony about it and I went along with it willingly enough for the most part. There was a phase where I wasn’t allowed to participate in holidays, including birthdays, because they were “pagan holidays.” We listened mostly to Christian rock because regular music was a “bad influence.” We went to weekly bible studies in addition to church. A bunch of stuff in our regular lives related to religion in one way or another. I didn’t stop going to extra-service church meetings and activities until I was in my last year or so of high school.
Do you feel like you’ve lost something (good or bad), or are missing out on something as a result of deconverting?
The only things I lost were some heavy and harmful pieces of baggage. I was a little prig when I was about thirteen or so because of the religious teaching about sex, which cost me some early sexual experiences and possibly was the cause of some dysfunction when I finally did start doing it. If I still thanked god for anything, I’d give him many kudos for letting me have a gay friend, K., when I was about sixteen. Finding out that he was gay made me really think about sex, and he helped me deal with what sex meant to me, and eventually helped me break out of my introverted shell. I ended up more sure of my sexuality and hetero orientation because of early exposure to gays through an older man who became my mentor for a few years. (Hear that, religious right? Not only did he not “recruit” me, he didn’t molest me either.)
It cost me a bit in the development of social skills due to being too sheltered. I’m now kind of pissed that I was further crippled socially by my parents with the religious stuff on top of the moderately high IQ, abnormally large vocabulary, crooked teeth that eventually were mostly corrected by braces (which added their own social stigma), and slightly late physical development. I also had to wear cheap clothes for a while since we were pretty poor during most of my childhood. Thanks mom and dad, on top of unfortunate physical and financial stuff you can’t really do much about, you had to make me into a Flanders kid too.
I missed out on some really good music in the 80s until I started doing my own thing and dumped all the religious stuff. I’m just glad that my mother’s devotion to learning was greater than her religious inclinations, so I didn’t miss out on much literature.
Did you gain something (good or bad) as a result of deconversion?
Gained: Freedom. Being able to engage my brain. A much better class of friends.
Lost: Lots of guilt. Annoying, superior, “I’m saved, you’re going to hell” attitude. The ability to listen to religious rhetoric without feeling sick to my stomach.
- Also, how would you feel about becoming religious again? Is that something that you’d prefer did/didn’t happen? etc.*
Could never happen.
I actually started to question religion back when I was a little kid, but fooled myself into believing things so that I could fit in better with my family and their friends with the church. I got into trouble a few times for being disruptive. I was asked not to come to the sunday school classes because I challenged the teacher a few times. (It’s not a good idea to bring up other mythologies and compare them to the Christian ones when you’re a 10 year old. Credibility and authority issues get in the way, even if you’re right. Especially if you’re right.) My family was not really supportive in these situations, which confused me because they encouraged me to think for myself most of the time. It was just in relation to religion that they asked me to accept without questioning.
As is the case with many people who deep down actually doubt something, I tricked myself into believing it more strongly than I would have otherwise. This self-deception broke down in my teens when I began to be unable to stifle the inner voice that said, “These people would be called ‘f^¢#ing nuts’ if they weren’t talking about God along with the lunacy.” So, I decided that it would be a good idea not to go to youth groups anymore. At the time, my attitude was more that I didn’t want to be a disruption, rather than that I thought it was bad for me. I stopped going to church altogether soon after.
The last thing that broke the back of my remaining faith was the chaos resulting from my mother’s breast cancer. All the faith healing was about as effective as Wiccan magick, but not as cool, and I felt weird about having these people who I never really liked or trusted much intruding into something that I felt was private. When she died, religion was no consolation to me, and I started really resenting her religious friends for the manipulative attitudes they’d had toward us kids. After quite a bit of introspection and self-inflicted agony I decided that I wasn’t a Christian anymore, and hadn’t really been one for quite some time.
The last time I went to anything church-related was a prayer group about 6 years ago when I was still finishing up with university. Besides the fact that a hot chick asked me to go, the reason I actually went to the meeting was to see if religion had any appeal for me. I spent the evening feeling a bit weird, and it took me most of the meeting to figure out why.
I realized that, though for everyone else there it filled some need, I didn’t have that need. I felt sad for a while after the meeting and, again, I didn’t know why I felt that way. I found that I felt sad for them because they needed religion. They couldn’t stand on their own.
Silly as it seems, the Animatrix episode “World Record” nearly made me cry because the religious symbolism in the ending scene made me relate to Dan in a very personal way. It made me think of this church group incident, where I realized that there are so many people who are still lost in the “matrix” of religion and have never seen the real world.
I don’t think my beliefs are necessarily superior, and I don’t miss religion at all any more, but it makes me sad that so many people need it for some reason. It really upsets me when people try to push their religion onto people, particularly if that person is me. Evangelical sects bother me because the idea of recruiting people into being salesmen for their god is especially disturbing.