Ooh. I know this is going to rub my actual friends, who follow me on social media, in all the wrong ways. Before you get offended, read all the way through. Just saying…
I grew up in a cult.
There’s just no other way to put it.
It took me, well, until about now, to be able to even say that, because my religion was a huge part of my identity.
Those of us who were in it since birth, usually say, “I was born in ‘the church.'”
The organization was called The Worldwide Church of God (AKA WCG – you’ll see how funny these acronyms get as we go along; also, watch this video I’ve embedded, if you don’t want to read a dissertation on a cult that doesn’t exist anymore). Continue reading “I Grew Up In a Cult”
Rarely, do I meet people who conjure up ideas of a woman being the abuser, and the man being the victim, or worse — her child(ren).
We know child abuse happens. There are far too many cases of children dying at the hands of those who brought them into this world.
But I think we tend to think of the man as being the aggressor.
I’m not interested in sexism. That is not my point.
I think that the relationship between a mother and her child, especially a mother and her daughter, has long been painted as a sacred relationship. Continue reading “Narcissistic Parents & Emotional Abuse”