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Mad Kally · 02-22-2003, 04:09 PM

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Originally posted by Amos
Persistent little devils, weren't they?

Yeah and that damn devil is still in me! I wish I had been raised Catholic, they seem to have some order and rules at their exorcisms. And none of that f**king glossolalia (tongues)

02-22-2003, 04:15 PM

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Originally posted by Mad Kally
Yeah and that damn devil is still in me! I wish I had been raised Catholic, )

Don't say that. You're OK and nobody is a winner like you!

Mad Kally · 02-22-2003, 04:18 PM

Amos, you're a sweetheart... I've always liked you since I stopped giving you your meds in the rants forum.

Nurse Kally

christ-on-a-stick · 02-22-2003, 04:21 PM

While they are numerous, one that sticks out in my mind is in getting my ass whipped (ok paddled but with a really big wooden paddle with holes in it!

) for.....having read Judy Blume books.

I was in fourth grade at a very small, ultra-fundy private school. One day the principal, Mrs. Ritterath, came into our class and said she wanted to discuss something of great importance with us.

She asked quite cheerily, "So, has anyone here read any of the Judy Blume books?"

Being a voracious reader, I shot my hand up in the air and enthusiastically volunteered, "I have! I've read almost all of them!!!"

What happened next was bizzare and frightening. Suddenly her face twisted into a mask of digust and barely concealed rage, and pointing her finger at me she said "Oh really? Did you like them? Hmmmm? I guess you like reading filthy things then, hmmmm, Laura?"

She fairly spit the word filthy out as though it was a curse. She then ranted on, addressing the rest of the class: "Those books are filthy and disgusting, full of potty-talk and any of you who have read them should be ashamed of yourselves! No good Christian should enjoy reading that kind of garbage..."

As she ranted and raved for a few more minutes, I could feel my cheeks growing crimson with humiliation and it seemed that every eye in the classroom was trained on me, accusingly. I don't remember everything else that she said... my ears were buzzing for some reason... but suddenly she walked over to my desk, grabbed my arm, and said "You're coming to my office, missy!"

Once in her small, dim and cloistering office space, where the Spanking Paddle hung prominently on the wall, she continued to berate me for a few minutes before instructing me to bend over the desk. I was taken aback and began to protest - I don't understand, my mom had let me have the books, what did I do wrong if she got them for me - but my words fell on deaf ears.

I remember with awful clarity how she verbally harangued me with each stroke of the paddle..."So, you like that filthy stuff? You think that kind of potty-talk and garbage is funny ?" "Maybe this will teach you not to fill your mind with that trash..."

I felt frozen for the rest of the day, numb and yet burning with shame and overwhelmed by confusion. When my mom picked me up, I got in the car and she immediately asked what was wrong... I probably looked like a robot. I immediately burst into tears, told her the whole story, and we drove home. I remember her fairly quivering with anger. That evening she called Mrs. Ritterath at home and I heard her curse for the first time in my life (she said "goddamn"!

big-time profanity for a pretty superfundy...)

Although I never got an apology personally from Mrs. Ritterath, she never did anything to me overtly from then on... corporal punishment "priveleges" were permanently revoked... but every time she looked at me I could practically feel the hatred burning on me like a laserbeam.

christ-on-a-stick · 02-22-2003, 04:49 PM

A close second: An attempted molestation by our Children's Music Minister when I was about 9 - I was a pretty stubborn and determined kid at that point so he didn't get very far. When I told my parents, they confronted the church leadership and were basically told that I must be "making it up".

That was the first bad part. The second bad part is that my parents told me "well, there's nothing we can do, except pray for him and forgive him". We continued attending the same church.

Many years later (long after I stopped going there and he had moved on) I heard "through the grapevine" that some of his attempts had been more successful.

I'm still angry that nothing was done that may have prevented others being victimized.

Gregg · 02-22-2003, 05:47 PM

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Originally posted by miss djax
would that have been by 'power ministries' or something similar?

Well, this was about 25 years ago so...my memory is vague on some of the details.

Gregg

spurly · 02-23-2003, 08:28 PM

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Originally posted by christ-on-a-stick
A close second: An attempted molestation by our Children's Music Minister when I was about 9 - I was a pretty stubborn and determined kid at that point so he didn't get very far. When I told my parents, they confronted the church leadership and were basically told that I must be "making it up".

That was the first bad part. The second bad part is that my parents told me "well, there's nothing we can do, except pray for him and forgive him". We continued attending the same church.

Many years later (long after I stopped going there and he had moved on) I heard "through the grapevine" that some of his attempts had been more successful. I'm still angry that nothing was done that may have prevented others being victimized.

I am very sorry this happened to you. Unfortunately there are wicked people, even in the church. Jesus said that would be the case over 2000 years ago.

I hope that this minister ended up being charged.

Kevin

Bree · 02-23-2003, 08:35 PM

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Originally posted by spurly
I am very sorry this happened to you. Unfortunately there are wicked people, even in the church. Jesus said that would be the case over 2000 years ago.

So then why ain't Jeebus gettin' off his sorry lame-o ass to help out the poor kids that this actually is happening to? Oh wait - He can't, because He wants to see the prophecy from 2000 years ago come true, at the expense of others. Always at the expense of others.

christ-on-a-stick, I'm so sorry to hear about your experience. My abuser is now my sister's golf instructor, and has been for a few years now. I haven't yet had the guts to tell her about what happened to me, since no one at home believes me. I'm just hoping that nothing weird has happened to her!

miss djax - my parents tried to exorcise the nasty homosexual demon from me. It didn't work

.

miss djax · 02-23-2003, 08:47 PM

bree,

you go on with yer bad self

cuz you have to love the sinner but hate the sin

miss djax

Stephen T-B · 02-24-2003, 04:54 AM

miss djax - your experience at that camp was explained by the fact that persecution paranoia is essential to any sect.
It welds the sect members together; it inculcates discipline; it validates obedience, and gives immense power to the leadership.

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02-22-2003, 04:18 PM	#23
Mad Kally Banned Join Date: May 2001 Location: LALA Land in California Posts: 3,764	Amos, you're a sweetheart... I've always liked you since I stopped giving you your meds in the rants forum. Nurse Kally

02-22-2003, 04:21 PM	#24
christ-on-a-stick Veteran Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Durango, Colorado Posts: 7,116	While they are numerous, one that sticks out in my mind is in getting my ass whipped (ok paddled but with a really big wooden paddle with holes in it! ) for.....having read Judy Blume books. I was in fourth grade at a very small, ultra-fundy private school. One day the principal, Mrs. Ritterath, came into our class and said she wanted to discuss something of great importance with us. She asked quite cheerily, "So, has anyone here read any of the Judy Blume books?" Being a voracious reader, I shot my hand up in the air and enthusiastically volunteered, "I have! I've read almost all of them!!!" What happened next was bizzare and frightening. Suddenly her face twisted into a mask of digust and barely concealed rage, and pointing her finger at me she said "Oh really? Did you like them? Hmmmm? I guess you like reading filthy things then, hmmmm, Laura?" She fairly spit the word filthy out as though it was a curse. She then ranted on, addressing the rest of the class: "Those books are filthy and disgusting, full of potty-talk and any of you who have read them should be ashamed of yourselves! No good Christian should enjoy reading that kind of garbage..." As she ranted and raved for a few more minutes, I could feel my cheeks growing crimson with humiliation and it seemed that every eye in the classroom was trained on me, accusingly. I don't remember everything else that she said... my ears were buzzing for some reason... but suddenly she walked over to my desk, grabbed my arm, and said "You're coming to my office, missy!" Once in her small, dim and cloistering office space, where the Spanking Paddle hung prominently on the wall, she continued to berate me for a few minutes before instructing me to bend over the desk. I was taken aback and began to protest - I don't understand, my mom had let me have the books, what did I do wrong if she got them for me - but my words fell on deaf ears. I remember with awful clarity how she verbally harangued me with each stroke of the paddle..."So, you like that filthy stuff? You think that kind of potty-talk and garbage is funny ?" "Maybe this will teach you not to fill your mind with that trash..." I felt frozen for the rest of the day, numb and yet burning with shame and overwhelmed by confusion. When my mom picked me up, I got in the car and she immediately asked what was wrong... I probably looked like a robot. I immediately burst into tears, told her the whole story, and we drove home. I remember her fairly quivering with anger. That evening she called Mrs. Ritterath at home and I heard her curse for the first time in my life (she said "goddamn"! big-time profanity for a pretty superfundy...) Although I never got an apology personally from Mrs. Ritterath, she never did anything to me overtly from then on... corporal punishment "priveleges" were permanently revoked... but every time she looked at me I could practically feel the hatred burning on me like a laserbeam.

02-22-2003, 04:49 PM	#25
christ-on-a-stick Veteran Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Durango, Colorado Posts: 7,116	A close second: An attempted molestation by our Children's Music Minister when I was about 9 - I was a pretty stubborn and determined kid at that point so he didn't get very far. When I told my parents, they confronted the church leadership and were basically told that I must be "making it up". That was the first bad part. The second bad part is that my parents told me "well, there's nothing we can do, except pray for him and forgive him". We continued attending the same church. Many years later (long after I stopped going there and he had moved on) I heard "through the grapevine" that some of his attempts had been more successful. I'm still angry that nothing was done that may have prevented others being victimized.

02-23-2003, 08:47 PM	#29
miss djax Regular Member Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: phoenix Posts: 342	bree, you go on with yer bad self cuz you have to love the sinner but hate the sin miss djax

02-24-2003, 04:54 AM	#30
Stephen T-B Veteran Member Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Leeds, UK Posts: 5,878	miss djax - your experience at that camp was explained by the fact that persecution paranoia is essential to any sect. It welds the sect members together; it inculcates discipline; it validates obedience, and gives immense power to the leadership.

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