Posted by:
forestpal
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Date: January 09, 2014 05:45AM
I grew up in a GA family--mansions, boats, limosines--and we were never allowed to talk about money, or ask questions about money. one of my brothers was told to keep his mouth shut and his ears open. I was told to be seen and not heard. We were a real, old-fashioned "Leave it to Beaver" family. Except my brother kept beating me up, torturing me, breaking my toys, bicycle, skis, my car the furniture in my house (when I got older). Then he started being abusive to my children, and suddenly I didn't have that family anymore!
With the GA money, we had a cabin, and I spent every summer by a lake, playing with my cousins and the people in other cabins, boating, water skiing, riding horses, exploring nature, driving jeeps as pre-teens. I would cry when summer was over.
My father was a professor at a prestigious university, outside of Utah, and I was in love with our little town. I found interesting jobs there during Christmas, after school, and the part of the summer we weren't at the lake. Jobs kept me out of the house, and away from my brother. Feeling like I was "homeless", I bonded with good non-Mormon friends, with good, Non-Mormon families, so I never believed in Mormon elitism. Mormons were racist, prejudiced, sexist, and arrogant. I was ashamed to be a Mormon, and have an insane brother who abused me, and a mother who was critical and screamed obscenities at me, and a father who traveled all over the world, and was never home. He did take me and my mother along, a few times, to live in a foreign country and go to school there. My father taught me to swim, ski, fish, play tennis, repair a bike, basketball, baseball, golf, how to garden, and he spend more time with me than with the other children. I looked like him. I respected him, and loved to learn. Every time he went on a trip, I felt abandoned, left alone with my mean mother and horrible older brothers, to fend for myself. I spent a lot of time up in a tree, reading, or at school or the library, or doing after-school sports. I think our ideal community saved me! And my father, when he was home. Also, I went to one of the top high schools in the nation.
I think the only way my family represented a typical Mormon family was the lack of love, physical discipline, males abusing and belittling females, judging others, being racist, my parents discouraging me from making non-Mormon friends or dating non-Mormon boys. Having to go to meetings, and look happy and perfect, always having to perform to impress others. Never working hard enough, never being perfect enough. I had great adventures and opportunities when I was young, but I'm much happier now, as an adult with my own family. We are loving non-Mormons. Through great effort--and much criticism from my TBM family--I ended the cycle of abuse. We have no contact with my bully brother, but had a great relationship with my parents until they died. My children and I resigned from TSCC about 8 years ago.
Maybe, in the near future, this will be the "typical" Mormon family story.