Wow so I'm actually doing this... I have been told all my life by people that I should "write".
Write books, poems, posts, blogs, stories.. other people seemed to think that I had something of value to say, experiences to share and a way with words that was somehow special, I however never thought I had anything much to write about, until the day I woke up and I mean REALLY woke up and looked around at my life and saw I was living my own story.. unfortunately mine happened to be a horror story full of trauma and violence.
Lets rewind, back when I was a wee baby my parents got a knock on the door it was a couple of handsome missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, at that time my mother was what they call an "inactive member" and they were looking to "re-activate" her especially since she was now having babies, and those babies needed to be indoctrinated, right? I mean every woman is taught "children are the future of the church" so why would our family be any different.
If my parents had of known then what this simple encounter would mean for the future of their family they would have slammed the door and yelled a few choice words I'm sure of it.
So years went by and we were all heavily indoctrinated into the Mormon Church in Australia.
We were 3rd generation Mormons after all and that was something to be proud of, wasn't it?
My Dad never became a member (smart guy) and he was never baptized and my mother eventually left the church again.
My siblings and I remained "strong in the gospel" and remained active in the church attending all the programs throughout our childhood, youth and as young adults.
The brain washing, or should I say the brain twisting and warping, was severe to say the least.
Nothing in that church is what it seems.
In this blog I will be talking more about my personal experiences as a wife, mother and domestic violence sufferer in the Mormon church.
My hope is that other women, wives, mothers, young women, and youth or any other people thinking of joining The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints will hopefully read this and learn that on the surface members appear very attractive and charming, and yes it can feel like a fun, warm and inviting community at first but at the end of the day the members, all the memebers, have one goal and one goal only and that is to protect and serve the church and its image at all costs.
This lesson was taught to me personally and in the most evil and cold hearted of ways.
I never imagined that keeping up the strong facade of "the eternal family" would have to come at such a cost.
Write books, poems, posts, blogs, stories.. other people seemed to think that I had something of value to say, experiences to share and a way with words that was somehow special, I however never thought I had anything much to write about, until the day I woke up and I mean REALLY woke up and looked around at my life and saw I was living my own story.. unfortunately mine happened to be a horror story full of trauma and violence.
Lets rewind, back when I was a wee baby my parents got a knock on the door it was a couple of handsome missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, at that time my mother was what they call an "inactive member" and they were looking to "re-activate" her especially since she was now having babies, and those babies needed to be indoctrinated, right? I mean every woman is taught "children are the future of the church" so why would our family be any different.
If my parents had of known then what this simple encounter would mean for the future of their family they would have slammed the door and yelled a few choice words I'm sure of it.
So years went by and we were all heavily indoctrinated into the Mormon Church in Australia.
We were 3rd generation Mormons after all and that was something to be proud of, wasn't it?
My Dad never became a member (smart guy) and he was never baptized and my mother eventually left the church again.
My siblings and I remained "strong in the gospel" and remained active in the church attending all the programs throughout our childhood, youth and as young adults.
The brain washing, or should I say the brain twisting and warping, was severe to say the least.
Nothing in that church is what it seems.
In this blog I will be talking more about my personal experiences as a wife, mother and domestic violence sufferer in the Mormon church.
My hope is that other women, wives, mothers, young women, and youth or any other people thinking of joining The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints will hopefully read this and learn that on the surface members appear very attractive and charming, and yes it can feel like a fun, warm and inviting community at first but at the end of the day the members, all the memebers, have one goal and one goal only and that is to protect and serve the church and its image at all costs.
This lesson was taught to me personally and in the most evil and cold hearted of ways.
I never imagined that keeping up the strong facade of "the eternal family" would have to come at such a cost.
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