When I was a teenager, I used to say too much religion too soon makes anyone a basket case. I spent a number of years in boarding school where I was spiritually and emotionally abused. I was told God wanted me to be totally submissive to his will and those he had put in authority no matter how miserable it made me feel. God was a big bully in the sky. I used to be very afraid of him, what was he going to do to me?, I was never good enough. I also developed a habit of putting myself down - 'things will always go wrong for me, I'm stupid, I'm ugly, noone will ever like me etc'. All of these ingrained habits I attribute to the emotional and spiritual abuse I suffered. Healing takes a long time. I remember clearly when I was a twenty-something going through my litany to myself of how I was no good when I heard an outside voice, ouside of who I considered to be my 'self', say very clearly, 'Stop! Stop right now! Don't ever do this again! I made you, I love you, you're the way I want you to be'. I interpreted the voice as God speaking to me and that was one moment which became a starting point towards change.
Another moment that began healing was when I was twenty-something and out of the blue I began to relive things from when I was a 6-year-old being sent off to boarding school, memories that I had no recollection of began to pour into my mind. I didn't just remember, but I relived them, I was a child again. In all the memories, I hadn't been allowed to cry because according to the dormparents, we kids couldn't cry because our parents were serving the Lord, therefore we had to be filled with joy. (To this day I hate Chrsitians telling me to be filled with joy when something difficult is being faced. I'll be unhappy if want to, angry if I want to, 'get off my back'). In the reenactement of these memories, I cried and cried like I hadn't been allowed to do when I was a kid. I couldn't stop the memories, they just kept flowing in. For 3 full days and nights, all I did was remember and cry and cry. I went to an older friend and said 'I think I'm going crazy. I can't stop remembering and crying'. and she said 'It's the Holy Spirit cleaning you out. Cry and cry . Let it all go. Remember everything. Let the Spirit work'. So I did that. After about 3 days, the memories stopped. I discovered in these memories that I was really, really angry at my parents and at God. The anger was the anger of a 6 year-old, not of an adult who can see 2 sides to every question, and knows decisions are complicated. It was the anger of a child not understanding why these people and God were making her suffer. I cried all that anger out as well.
After that moment, I was able to deal with my MK past better and begin to be more honest and slowly work things out. I also went to a counselor and talked to him and he let me know that the boarding school atmosphere had been very negative and I had to rework my picture of God, I had to reject the ideas I had picked up at boarding school - C&MA when I was a 6-year-old and NTM when I was older. I find it very hard to imagine someone having a good time at boarding school.
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