I hope you all take a moment from time to time to pat yourselves on the back for having the insight, brains, and courage to leave tscc.

Especially for those BIC, I can't begin to comprehend the shear intestinal fortitude it takes to not only question but reject the world view you were indoctrinated to believe from birth.

I fantasize about the mormons I know being able to escape. Especially the teenagers. They are all so sad, yet walk around with fake smiles.

You all get to live your authentic lives, for all the good, and all the bad.

You're my heroes.

BIC baby. Pioneer ancestors both sides. Resigned after BYU...

I'll contribute a plate of hero cookies. Dig in everyone ...

:)

Dude, you're standing on my cape.

ziller puffs out his chest

pats hisself on the back

grabs some cookies

and takes a victory lap around the RfM compound

I agree. I have so much admiration for all those who leave and for the amazing exmo community. Heroes indeed.

Props

"Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day"

--David Bowie

Man, it doesn't take much to be a hero these days.

Then let's all work on there being more heroes :)

Thanks Crunchy....

I think it was alot easier for me to leave than those who

live in Utah. I had no problems at all. I didn't have to

worry about losing my family, or losing my job like so

many exmo's do. I was one of the lucky ones. My heart goes

out to those who aren't as lucky. They seem to have a real

trial by fire just to live an honest life so I applaud them

and all their efforts.

I'm not a hero. I resigned because I wanted to be myself instead of a TSCC lapdog.

Being called a hero just pepped up my day.

Special shout out to teens, those in marriages, and LGBT folks.

(Good god if you're all three of the above :).)



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Drinks on the house.

I never felt too much like a hero, more like a refugee. :D

I like knowing there's a gathering hole for ex-Mos to congregate. It took me awhile to find you folks, but I'm glad I did.

May the force [continue to] be with us.

Sometimes a pat on the back feels sooo gutt. Merci Crunchy, for sending your complement.

In lots of ways I did not fit the mold of BIC, but I was blessed as a baby in a ward chapel. My father, who was probably out drunk some place, had whoever blessed me change the name I was to be given without consenting my Mom. Yeah, he was an a$$hole, while my mom?. a Depressed Saint.

I walked to the cleansing baptismal waters myself at eight years of age because my friends were all getting babtised. Yeah, I arranged with my primary teacher and the deed was done. Years later I walked into the temple with my husband to find eternal bliss and happiness for the family we were going to create. Right. I had been indoctrinated enough by the cult in my very spotty cult attendance to KNOW that this was how happiness could be bought.

I hated and found ridiculous and disappointing this supposedly most spiritual temple event of my life. So then, the questions started and the doubt grew thanks mainly to Philosophy 101 and Fawn Brodie's daring and provacative book, No Man Knows My History. Ole Joey's narcissistic behavior was a dead match for my own narcissistic family members so I felt like Joey was the boy next door. I recognized him and did not find him trustworthy in the least.

The cult, now left barely standing like a wobbly bony skeleton, ceased to exist for me.

Thank Isis and praise be to Zeus! I had been delivered into the hands of Reason.



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Utah pioneer ancestors on Dad's side, hard working Scottish Presbyterians on my Mom's. Was a non believer from my early teens on but 2 semesters at Ricks was all I needed to know this was NEVER gonna work for me.

Ron Burr

I thoroughly agree, and salute you with this evening's chardonnay on a beautiful East Coast spring day. I myself was born of convert parents (I was 2), but even though I've been "gone" for 40 years, I recall my childhood in TSCC as very weird and anti-female. Anti-me, actually.

I cannot imagine what it's like to have that as part of your culture, as well as your church, and to have the insight and the strength to get out. I am continually impressed with your collective courage.

I salute you with 2 fingers of Crown Royal Black on the rocks.

Ron Burr

I also salute you. As a convert, I've always wondered how difficult it must be for those who were born in the church and surrounded by family and/or live in the Morridor.

It takes tremendous courage to shed your old beliefs and to come clean to LDS family and friends.

What I experienced as a convert of only 7 years is nothing compared to what some of you have gone through. Your insight and thoughts on life beyond Mormonism ... and life in general... are much appreciated. Thank you.



Senorita

came across this looking for another old post and thought it deserved a second coming.

Still waiting for mormons in my life to see the light.