LOVE the stories, thanks everybody for sharing. Most of you have the gist of mine from other threads, so I'll keep it short.
Raised batshit crazy fundie. Mom had the religious radio playing all day. Dad worked as an advertising executive. We went from the Southern Baptist church to Pentecostal Holiness . . . speaking in tongues, rolling in the isles, fire and brimstone and the Rapture . . . attended a Pentecostal School. No TV allowed in the house - no popular music, books encouraged but always had to be approved by parents. During the miniskirt and hippie era, I was always in dresses with skirts that had to be at least two inches below the bottom of the kneecap. Strict wasn't the word for my parents - my Mother in particular was very violent. We went from one church to the next because preachers kept getting sent away because of affairs or child molestation, and Mom would just find the next church with a preacher she would practically worship until he got caught being a slimeball. I always got dragged to the piano - I started playing for church services at the age of nine.
My Father is gone. I haven't seen my Mother since 1988. She's supposedly still alive in Tennessee. I am a musician and a librarian. I have one brother, he is a computer programmer. We are both atheist.
Raised batshit crazy fundie. Mom had the religious radio playing all day. Dad worked as an advertising executive. We went from the Southern Baptist church to Pentecostal Holiness . . . speaking in tongues, rolling in the isles, fire and brimstone and the Rapture . . . attended a Pentecostal School. No TV allowed in the house - no popular music, books encouraged but always had to be approved by parents. During the miniskirt and hippie era, I was always in dresses with skirts that had to be at least two inches below the bottom of the kneecap. Strict wasn't the word for my parents - my Mother in particular was very violent. We went from one church to the next because preachers kept getting sent away because of affairs or child molestation, and Mom would just find the next church with a preacher she would practically worship until he got caught being a slimeball. I always got dragged to the piano - I started playing for church services at the age of nine.
My Father is gone. I haven't seen my Mother since 1988. She's supposedly still alive in Tennessee. I am a musician and a librarian. I have one brother, he is a computer programmer. We are both atheist.
"The family that prays together...is brainwashing their children."- Albert Einstein
