Hello everyone! I'm brand new here, both on the forum itself and in the atheist community in general. Sorry for the long first post; I just feel like I need to get some stuff off my chest.
I just wanted to start a discussion on what it's like the be the "black sheep" of the family as the only real "out" atheist. I'm dying for some moral support over here.
In general, I know I'm super lucky. My partner, who I've been with for just over two years, is a "devout" atheist. My parents and extended family, while all being very Christian, haven't cut ties with me and still love and support me. I live in a country where the government won't kill me for being atheist. But this still sucks.
I was born and raised Pentecostal Christian. As a kid and teenager, I bought the whole thing. I was your classic good little Christian girl. Got baptized at 9 yrs old by my own volition, spoke in tongues, the whole shebang. Had all the usual conservative Christian values. Had some doubts, but pushed them aside in the face of all these "experiences" I was having. And because asking questions seemed wrong.
Fast-forward through a complete 180 over the course of the last 6 years or so, during which my Christian values became more progressive (while still maintaining my faith somehow), to today. About two years ago I didn't want God in my life anymore, and just over a year ago I realized I'd stopped believing he was real at all. The freedom from having to live up to some invisible asshole's plans for my life was/is incredible.
I've discovered I'm an honest person; hiding who I am and what I believe are just not on the table for me. (I recognize that I'm privileged to be able to be honest about my lack of faith here.) So I knew I had to tell my family - namely, my super-Christian parents. I read a bunch of books (namely Mom, Dad, I'm an Atheist, and Godless), did a lot of journaling, and eventually it came out late last summer. Obviously my parents are devastated. And by extension (because my mom is like me and has to be honest about her life), my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and (churchy) family friends are devastated. As someone who was very close to a lot of them growing up, breaking their hearts breaks mine too.
And now I'm "the family atheist." I can't shake the feeling I'm equivalent to the family druggie, or the family jailbird, or the family serial killer or something. The big focus of prayer seems to be on me, even though a) I'm almost certainly not the only atheist in the family; and b) I'm still the SAME PERSON. Not to under-estimate how big differences in faith are or seem, but I mean I'm still a good person. I care about the well-being of my friends, family, and fellow humans. And as much as I hate religion now, I don't have anything against people holding on to their beliefs as long as it serves them positively and doesn't infringe on other people. So it isn't like I'm rejecting who they are or what they believe.
Obviously my family thinks God will reveal himself to me dramatically in a new way some day so I'll come back. That hurts too, because it means they aren't accepting who I am now. It feels like they're less inclined to try to adjust to it because they sincerely believe it'll change (and they pray nightly for it to change). They pray for me as if there's something fundamentally wrong with me now. As much as I dislike the new vibe with my family, I can't walk away from them. That path is full of regrets for me. I know what they do is out of love; their way of life works very well for them and they believe it's what's best for everyone. Generally speaking, my family is very supportive and loving. They've also come a long way in terms of accepting certain "controversial" aspects of my lifestyle (living with my partner before marriage, for example), so I know there's hope.
Anyway, you get the gist. My partner is super supportive and helpful through all of this, but he grew up in an atheist household, so he can't relate on quite the same level. So I thought I'd put it here. I'd love to hear your "first-generation atheist" stories, and could use some advice on how to turn this into a more positive normal with my family. I know it'll get better with more time; it's still all fresh and raw. But this is also when it hurts the most.
Thanks all! <3
- Gnomey
I just wanted to start a discussion on what it's like the be the "black sheep" of the family as the only real "out" atheist. I'm dying for some moral support over here.
In general, I know I'm super lucky. My partner, who I've been with for just over two years, is a "devout" atheist. My parents and extended family, while all being very Christian, haven't cut ties with me and still love and support me. I live in a country where the government won't kill me for being atheist. But this still sucks.
I was born and raised Pentecostal Christian. As a kid and teenager, I bought the whole thing. I was your classic good little Christian girl. Got baptized at 9 yrs old by my own volition, spoke in tongues, the whole shebang. Had all the usual conservative Christian values. Had some doubts, but pushed them aside in the face of all these "experiences" I was having. And because asking questions seemed wrong.
Fast-forward through a complete 180 over the course of the last 6 years or so, during which my Christian values became more progressive (while still maintaining my faith somehow), to today. About two years ago I didn't want God in my life anymore, and just over a year ago I realized I'd stopped believing he was real at all. The freedom from having to live up to some invisible asshole's plans for my life was/is incredible.
I've discovered I'm an honest person; hiding who I am and what I believe are just not on the table for me. (I recognize that I'm privileged to be able to be honest about my lack of faith here.) So I knew I had to tell my family - namely, my super-Christian parents. I read a bunch of books (namely Mom, Dad, I'm an Atheist, and Godless), did a lot of journaling, and eventually it came out late last summer. Obviously my parents are devastated. And by extension (because my mom is like me and has to be honest about her life), my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and (churchy) family friends are devastated. As someone who was very close to a lot of them growing up, breaking their hearts breaks mine too.
And now I'm "the family atheist." I can't shake the feeling I'm equivalent to the family druggie, or the family jailbird, or the family serial killer or something. The big focus of prayer seems to be on me, even though a) I'm almost certainly not the only atheist in the family; and b) I'm still the SAME PERSON. Not to under-estimate how big differences in faith are or seem, but I mean I'm still a good person. I care about the well-being of my friends, family, and fellow humans. And as much as I hate religion now, I don't have anything against people holding on to their beliefs as long as it serves them positively and doesn't infringe on other people. So it isn't like I'm rejecting who they are or what they believe.
Obviously my family thinks God will reveal himself to me dramatically in a new way some day so I'll come back. That hurts too, because it means they aren't accepting who I am now. It feels like they're less inclined to try to adjust to it because they sincerely believe it'll change (and they pray nightly for it to change). They pray for me as if there's something fundamentally wrong with me now. As much as I dislike the new vibe with my family, I can't walk away from them. That path is full of regrets for me. I know what they do is out of love; their way of life works very well for them and they believe it's what's best for everyone. Generally speaking, my family is very supportive and loving. They've also come a long way in terms of accepting certain "controversial" aspects of my lifestyle (living with my partner before marriage, for example), so I know there's hope.
Anyway, you get the gist. My partner is super supportive and helpful through all of this, but he grew up in an atheist household, so he can't relate on quite the same level. So I thought I'd put it here. I'd love to hear your "first-generation atheist" stories, and could use some advice on how to turn this into a more positive normal with my family. I know it'll get better with more time; it's still all fresh and raw. But this is also when it hurts the most.
Thanks all! <3
- Gnomey