Thank you for explaining. I didn’t understand it that way. How it read to me was “children are idiots, and it’s idiotic to have a study to know it.”
I was reared Christian; after my parents divorced, both of them ended up evangelical. The one who reared me did incredible, horrific damage. The other was merely absent and that did it’s own damage. I wasted decades being damaged, and I damaged my own life for decades. I rebelled and denounced everything to do with the book and the faith. But I had no understanding, only what was preferred politicized teaching to maintain preferred political policies. Eventually, I was not receiving what I needed to heal, so I determined it was sink or swim. So I got busy. And I had questions. Lots of them. About the faith, the damage, whys and wherefores. And I found them.
Today I understand my parents’ trauma. They know it, without understanding. They seem to think they were the only ones traumatized, and their own children had blissful, fairytail upbringing. Multigenerational trauma and epigenetics are real. And after a long time, I forgave them. That doesn’t mean they’re necessarily proximal, you understand? But now I see the value of the book. The whole book, as far as we currently know. And the faith that birthed it, and the one that birthed that one, and cousins of those faiths, and siblings, and so forth. Even faiths that seen utterly unrelated are eventually related. So in that sense, of course maybe people consider me an apostate. But I don’t live with those people. I live with me.
The page is jumping as I write this, so I have to post before I can proof it. I hope it’s legible and makes some sort of sense. But first, apologies are in order, elsewhere.
Thank you for explaining. I didn’t understand it that way. How it read to me was “children are idiots, and it’s idiotic to have a study to know it.”
I was reared Christian; after my parents divorced, both of them ended up evangelical. The one who reared me did incredible, horrific damage. The other was merely absent and that did it’s own damage. I wasted decades being damaged, and I damaged my own life for decades. I rebelled and denounced everything to do with the book and the faith. But I had no understanding, only what was preferred politicized teaching to maintain preferred political policies. Eventually, I was not receiving what I needed to heal, so I determined it was sink or swim. So I got busy. And I had questions. Lots of them. About the faith, the damage, whys and wherefores. And I found them.
Today I understand my parents’ trauma. They know it, without understanding. They seem to think they were the only ones traumatized, and their own children had blissful, fairytail upbringing. Multigenerational trauma and epigenetics are real. And after a long time, I forgave them. That doesn’t mean they’re necessarily proximal, you understand? But now I see the value of the book. The whole book, as far as we currently know. And the faith that birthed it, and the one that birthed that one, and cousins of those faiths, and siblings, and so forth. Even faiths that seen utterly unrelated are eventually related. So in that sense, of course maybe people consider me an apostate. But I don’t live with those people. I live with me.
The page is jumping as I write this, so I have to post before I can proof it. I hope it’s legible and makes some sort of sense. But first, apologies are in order, elsewhere.