Thursday, January 31, 2013

Typical Jargon Of The IFBer's



One of the characteristics of a cult is that they often have their own terminology. This is true for Scientology, Mormonism, the Jehovah's Witnesses and also the Independent Fundamental Baptist cult.

Words are extremely powerful. They can both elevate or bring down. They can label or they can encourage unity. 

The IFBer's, in order to encase themselves in a false sense of elitism, have successfully created their own jargon. They tear down, tear apart and purposefully fit themselves on a pedestal all in the same breath. I know this because I was guilty of being a party to this  un-Christ-like behavior. I look back on that part of my life and think how shamefully I conducted myself.

No, I didn't necessarily attack others head-on due to a disagreement with their theology, but I did indeed make snide remarks or think of how much better WE were because we 'got it.'

That sort of elitism has no place in true Christianity. Pride and haughtiness are SIN and certainly nothing to be held up as an attribute!

Let me share some examples of the jargon familiar to all IFBer's: 

whore mom-an unwed mother or one who is divorced and raising kids on her own.

reprobate-a man or a woman who do not adhere to IFB doctrine.

Charismaniacs-Pentacostal/Charismatic church members .

The Lost-anyone who is not an IFBer.

Devil possessed-the mentally ill

Jezebel Spirit-what a woman has if she wears make-up or 'immodest' clothing.

Not right with God- anyone who disagrees with the pastor.

Of course, there are many more but this is a sampling of the terms that are used the most.

It's difficult to say how it is that Jesus Christ can both be called a mentor unto all Christians and be dishonored so by the actions of those who swear they are Christian.
There is no show of charity, no forgiveness, no empathy in that place where these devils dwell. 



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Saturday, January 19, 2013

Identifying Triggers

Anyone who has been treated for PTSD or anxiety disorders, knows that there is a triggering process that can at times be foreseen but yet at other times comes out of the blue.
I am still identifying those triggers within myself. Sometimes I have a pretty good grasp of what is happening, yet at times, my panic kicks in and I find it hard to fight off.

It's difficult to explain to others that have not experienced these feelings how they take over. Now that I m being treated for these disorders, I am dealing with them much better. It used to be that I would be triggered several times a day. Now, I might find myself reacting once or twice a month.

I have found that trying to identify what sets me off and trying hard to steer clear of those situations, helps an awful lot-however, one can not always tell when a particular issue may crop up. Sometimes it is not a situation at all but something that is said ... or a depiction of something on film and so on. 

One of my triggers is listening to street preaching. Another would be to listen to an IFB church service. The street preaching reminds me of some of the Fundy antics my ex-church would pull. I can understand preaching the Gospel...what I don't understand is the constant bashing of the lost. 

We had people in our group of street preachers who would go out of their way to put people down because they were lost and didn't agree with the preaching. The images and sounds of those voices being so arrogant and un-Christ like, is ingrained in my head. It truly left it's mark. I begin to fall into a rage and then get depressed and cry. I can't help it, I just shy away from that altogether: no videos, no recordings and certainly, no participation.

I wouldn't be able to sit through an IFB service today without feeling panicky. No doubt, the congregation would label me as demonically possessed. 

There are other triggers that have nothing to do with 'Church-ianity'. Some of them trigger memories of sexual abuse. It has made me very sensitive to certain issues and has at times made me quite paranoid-even with my husband who is very loving and patient.

When I feel a trigger affecting me, I try to get quiet and not react right away. I have learned that if I give it some time, once in a while, the feeling will go away on it's own. Distraction is great for this. I try very hard to think about something else. If I allow the 'madness' to take over, I can get lost in ruminating thoughts and become extremely un-nerved.

Other times, the only thing I can do is to ride out the wave. I allow myself to cry, I cry out to God and I sometimes have to write in order to expel the toxins in my head. I have the feeling that I am re-living the trauma and I get so bound up in the emotions that it may take quite a long time to get over it.

I know that with the right mix of counseling, medicinals and self-inventory, I have come a long way. 
Of course, my faith has always been there. Sometimes I may waiver a bit. I get dragged down by financial worries, illnesses and plain old life at times. I'm grateful that God is bigger than my weaknesses.

Friday, January 18, 2013

We Survived Abuse

Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him; Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.
(Jas 5:19-20)












There is rarely a 'One-Size-Fits-All' answer to recovery from abuses but it's important to realize that you are NOT alone.
Read through these links and follow up on some of their links. Keep what works for you and throw away the rest. The most important thing is to try and find something that will help you out of the depression, PTSD and other types after-effects from spiritual, sexual and other abuse.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

What Do We Tell The Children?

In my unique situation, I have the blessing of loving God and hanging on to my faith throughout the ordeals I've been through. I have stepped away from the church dogma, but I have not stepped away from my Lord.

For children, the trauma of abuse, plus losing a father (even if he was a devil,) can be hard enough to overcome. Throw in that you no longer attend an organized religious institution, and your children may have an even harder time adapting.

My kids were raised in Fundy churches. They were taught dogmatically that attendance was the way to please God. The older ones were already deadened to the spiritualism that their father the pastor, tried to depict.

The youngest who was the last victim of her dad's abuse (as far as I know) was and is the most spiritual one of them all. She prayed for her father every time we shared a prayer together.She still holds to much of what her early experience in the things of "Churchianity" were.

I don't really know how to be 'Jesus' to my children. I make sure that they see how I read the Bible every morning and that I try to live as moral a life as I can. These are things that I do to help them model behavior later on.

We don't attend any churches around here. None of them fit our biblical understanding and confidentially, I am not interested in being 'involved' right now.I pray for wisdom. I pray for guidance and try to explain to the kids  how I feel about my convictions.

The biggest burn there is, is to be leveled by the ex-husband who really cares only for his own survival. By attacking my reputation publicly, he in turn attacked his own children by closing doors that may have served as portals to fellowship.

Now, my children shun the idea of church, yet they claim to believe in God. That's fine right now. I am also protecting them from those that knew me when and are still bitter against me because they believed the 'pastor'. I will not try to force spirituality down their throats. All I can do now is show that mom still loves Jesus, no matter what!

This Is What I Think

No doubt, if there are any Fundies reading this, you'll think I'm a Jezebel on my way to Hell. It's not appropriate for a woman to think outside of the legalistic trap that IFBer's create.

A woman who wants to do something for herself ...like maybe put on a little make-up, wear a pair of jeans or cut her hair, would be labeled rebellious in my old church.
That is 'feminism' in the Fundy book. A woman needs to be subservient. She must never be allowed outside of the covering of her husband or father.

Real Christian women in the Fundy Book of Legalistic Character should always keep their hair long, make babies until menopause, do all the cooking...all the cleaning and home school their kids. Ideally, she should have supper on the table when her poor, tired husband plops down after a hard day working.

Ah yes, lest we forget...After cleaning up and putting our wonderful, godly little tykes to bed, we must now be prepared to be our hubby's courtesan... And the list goes on and on.

I knew a young woman once who had to call her husband at work when she wanted to make a purchase at the store. She must have called him 9 times in the hour we were together! She was so fearful of not getting the right thing that she was forced to question her own sense of judgement about anything and everything.
I might add that she was being abused by her husband in other ways too.

After a few years of living under such constant control, you truly lose all your self-respect and wonder, just what is it that you're doing and why? At least I did!

The ultra-patriarchal point-of-view is truly a one-sided relationship. The belief is pro-man and anti-woman and if a woman dares not agree, then she is labeled as "not being right with God."


My thoughts are this: If a man is Biblically to care for his wife, he should see that love is a two-way street.Now, don't get me wrong, I feel there is absolutely nothing wrong with a woman being a full time mother at home. I simply believe that it should be her choice and that her husband needs to be respectful of her desires.

My relationship with Jesus Christ does not hinge on hair length, diet or a choice of pants over skirts. I'm a better follower of Jesus now than before because I take time to read his word, discuss it with my husband who is very discerning and speaks to me as an equal. We serve each other because we want to please one another, not because he will throw a fit if I ask him to do something.

True, Godly faith will only increase your love for one another not make you miserable.

Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
(Rom 12:9-10)


Friday, January 11, 2013

When Christians Aren't Very Christian

Silence can be deafening.

When you talk about sex in general terms, many people do get uncomfortable and want to change the subject.
When you talk about sexual abuse by pastors and priests, to many it seems as if you have blasphemed the Holy Spirit!

One must understand what things like rape, molestation and other types of abuse can do to a psyche. You are not only raped physically, but you are raped of your dignity. You are forcibly demeaned in such a way that you feel small, powerless, and with very little to feel good about in any way.

When you couple that with a weak, female figure as a mother, someone you can't really confide in because she herself is a basket case, there is no role model. I didn't understand the importance of that until I almost lost all of my children and had to re-learn what really IS normal and healthy versus the programming I had grown up with.

My mother was mentally fragile and abused by my father. To say that she could ever stand up for herself and get out of that style of living is beyond realism. She couldn't drive. She was very dependent on her husband and she really had no outside support that I can remember.

Our family kept secrets. My mother's indiscretions, her inability to 'take-charge' and her Jewish background were only at times whispered about. At other times, snatches of history would be volleyed and caught by my curious ears during shouting matches between my mother, my father and, at many times, by my paternal grandmother. These were words or phrases that were angrily spewed out about some ancient incident that must have been earth-shattering at the time.

As a child, I learned never to ask too many personal questions. I was taught that somehow my mother was sub-standard. She just didn't rate as a wife, a mother nor, later on, as a sexual partner to my father.
When I was 6 years old, they began living apart in the same house. My mother on one end, my father on the other.

This was my first role model of what a family was like. Deep down, I knew it wasn't right. I grew up feeling scared. Insecure. I knew only that my parents would fight again. I grew to fear my father and had no true respect for my mother. I was taught to be quiet and dependent.

I was always trying to find that 'happy family' life portrayed on T.V.  It only served to make me feel betrayed. Why me? Why did I have the weird family? Was that why I took the chances I did when I was a teen? I was trying so hard to feel like I was a part of something. Participation in the drug culture numbed me and drew me in like a moth to a flame. I was now a part of a group.

What does this have to do with the subject of rape and clergy who sexually hurt children and women? In my case, quite a bit! I was never taught boundaries. We never talked about normal sexual behavior as I grew-what was allowable and part of growing up and what was wrong and perverted. I learned from medical books and older kids on the street. I learned by watching how people in my 'group' behaved .

I was never taught about the perverts who molest young girls or about men who degrade women because wives were subservient and weak. I later learned the hard way. I lived it.

The saddest part of all this is when a victim tries to recover, to become a survivor. Yet the congregants you were once close to respond by hiding those who have hurt you. The males jump on the bandwagon and either turn a deaf ear or blame the victim, ("she was asking for it....she must have not been very Godly if he treated her that way...it takes two to tangle") the women try to 'comfort' the poor pastor because he has already spread his side of the story, (lies) and has defamed you. The victim is left to dry in the cold wind of one-sided opinions.

In my case, I was always quite insecure. I felt that if I was sweet enough, agreeable enough, tried hard to be 'pretty' enough, I would fit somewhere and as if by magic, feel transformed. That never happened. Yet I always tried to believe it would .
Those men (and in some cases,women) who had their antennae tuned to finding people like myself, knew just what to say to get me to take the bait. The damage done by such who abuse you when you are a teen is extreme enough, yet to a small child, it forever unbalances them and much work has to be done to give them the confidence needed to overcome the trauma.

How do you tell a child churches are friendly places when the ones she grew up in were shelters for the lowest forms of mankind? The molesters, the crooked preachers, the wolves who prowl for fresh meat to tear into. How do you trust those that believed the liar and those who upon hearing the truth, stayed silent and turned their backs because the whole incident is too shameful? I won't. I can't.

My 'church' is where two or more are gathered in the Lord's name and we study God's word and we pray.
I cannot force my children into a relationship with Jesus Christ. The Spirit of God must work on it's own, drawing them in. I can only pray for them.

For now, the support of a good, loving husband and my children is what helps me to heal. God's love is in the house.









Sunday, January 6, 2013

More About Denial

Before leaving the IFB cult, I was in a little world all my own. I had to keep rationalizing why I was with this man who didn't seem to care about his family very much. I was desperately trying to see that the glass was half-full and not half-empty. My favorite Bible verse back then was:

Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
(Php 4:11-13)

A great verse actually but when you lack self-respect and have absolutely no self-esteem, it becomes a mantra to ease your mind so you don't have to think about how bad things really are.
I'm not saying the Bible was wrong here, I still believe in the Word of God. It's the context to which I applied it to that was in error. The context being, no matter how badly your husband disrespects you and drives his children to dishonor him and themselves, stick it out and do it with a smile!

Of course, at the time, I didn't know about the sexual abuse...



Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Denial Factor

Besides getting over my own fears and delusions, one of the biggest problems I have had is getting my children to open up and talk to me about their abuse.

They push the truth down and sit on it. I only hear little bits and pieces while conversing about the subject, I only hear half-stories from those around them who have been confided in. It's terrible not knowing everything that went on. There is a lot of shame involved.

It angers me that I can't just pop the cork and let the horrid memories, the awful stench of a trust betrayed come to the surface. I have only recently allowed my mind to accept what I could no longer deny. Yet, for me it was a freeing experience.

I can only pray that they will recognize the awful black spot within them and vomit it up. If you allow the truth to come out, it will free you and as it frees you, you begin to heal.

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