I was reading a thread from the subreddit r/exchristians, asking, "what was it like, psychologically, being a Christian?" And jeeeez louiseus.
I wasn't really convinced that the congregation I grew up in was a cult. We never lived on a commune, or gave our church money. We didn't even have a centralized authority. It was just a small group of right-wing, radicalized fundies.
But. most of those people's experiences they mentioned weren't sheer terror and dread. They had logical, thought out reasons to be Christian. They did theology, or apologetics, or whichever. They went to public school, did normal holidays, had normal non-religous food restrictions. (if any.)
I don't really know where I'm going with this. I just. Feel reminded that my congregation was more than a little fucked up.
And isn't it weird? Isn't it alienating? To be in a (digital) roomful of people, supposedly from the same background as you, and suddenly realized that in so many ways you're nothing alike?