Recovering from Fundamentalism, Part 1
One of my friends is, like me, a recovering fundamentalist Christian.
She suggested that I might get to the root of my issues, whether about relationships, teaching, or writing--whatever--by forgiving myself. It took a recovering fundamentalist to recognize that and present it in that way. The closest I ever got thinking about forgiveness was when my therapist (the one I pay) suggested that I look back at the girl who married young because of gender role social expectations and not so subtle pressure from family. She asked me to engage with that young woman, going back even to the smart tom-boy who felt different and often alone. When I did that very hard work, I asked the young me for forgiveness. I realized that I did not feel like I had taken care of her. I remember that was a very hard session.
But forgiving myself now--that's different from looking back at me then. Forgive, for what? The issue is the essentially the same it seems. Since my divorce, I have felt robbed of the 16 years I was married. (Side note: it has been 16 years since my divorce. Geez. Get over it.) Robbed, as though they were taken. Passive verb. I had blamed the fundamentalist church, my parents, my husband, Alabama--anyone, everyone. But me. Thing is, I've been furious with myself for having done this to myself--and for staying in it for those years. I did this. Me. (Now suddenly the anger issues my paid therapist brought up that I couldn't see became very clear and noticeable). My unpaid counselor friend calls it discipline fundamentalism. I try to be "good," but all that old unforgiven baggage surfaces and I act out (yes, there has been acting out), leaving me guilt laden and sorrowful. I make a pact with myself and resolve to do better. Trouble is, that doesn't work. Hasn't worked.
In addition to forgiving my self, I will tell myself as often as I need to hear it, "it is enough." Not "I am enough." I know I am--my issues are not about confidence or worthiness. I'm just never satisfied with what I've accomplished. It's almost always writing. When I can't dig in and write a lot, I will read, or now, write here. That's enough. It's working. Even writing it now I feel a tremendous sense of relief and peace. So whatever I do, it's enough for today.
You may ask what this deep reflection has to do with fundamentalism. I think the imprint fundamental Christianity has had on me as a female has been about judgement. Naturally, I was taught at all costs to be a good girl because I would be judged by God. Here on earth, meanwhile, I was expected to be good and conform so I would be judged acceptable by others (what will the neighbors think). I learned to be good so that my daddy would not lose his temper. Be good, be good, be good. And if I were ever human--spontaneous, uninhibited, free-spirited (and all the behaviors these entail)--I felt that judgement upon me from all sides and fell short. So, forgiveness and acceptance is the first, deeply internal step to recovery from fundamentalism. It is the step that allows me to see that judgement is something that somebody else does. And it has very little to do with me. More on this later.
She suggested that I might get to the root of my issues, whether about relationships, teaching, or writing--whatever--by forgiving myself. It took a recovering fundamentalist to recognize that and present it in that way. The closest I ever got thinking about forgiveness was when my therapist (the one I pay) suggested that I look back at the girl who married young because of gender role social expectations and not so subtle pressure from family. She asked me to engage with that young woman, going back even to the smart tom-boy who felt different and often alone. When I did that very hard work, I asked the young me for forgiveness. I realized that I did not feel like I had taken care of her. I remember that was a very hard session.
But forgiving myself now--that's different from looking back at me then. Forgive, for what? The issue is the essentially the same it seems. Since my divorce, I have felt robbed of the 16 years I was married. (Side note: it has been 16 years since my divorce. Geez. Get over it.) Robbed, as though they were taken. Passive verb. I had blamed the fundamentalist church, my parents, my husband, Alabama--anyone, everyone. But me. Thing is, I've been furious with myself for having done this to myself--and for staying in it for those years. I did this. Me. (Now suddenly the anger issues my paid therapist brought up that I couldn't see became very clear and noticeable). My unpaid counselor friend calls it discipline fundamentalism. I try to be "good," but all that old unforgiven baggage surfaces and I act out (yes, there has been acting out), leaving me guilt laden and sorrowful. I make a pact with myself and resolve to do better. Trouble is, that doesn't work. Hasn't worked.
In addition to forgiving my self, I will tell myself as often as I need to hear it, "it is enough." Not "I am enough." I know I am--my issues are not about confidence or worthiness. I'm just never satisfied with what I've accomplished. It's almost always writing. When I can't dig in and write a lot, I will read, or now, write here. That's enough. It's working. Even writing it now I feel a tremendous sense of relief and peace. So whatever I do, it's enough for today.
You may ask what this deep reflection has to do with fundamentalism. I think the imprint fundamental Christianity has had on me as a female has been about judgement. Naturally, I was taught at all costs to be a good girl because I would be judged by God. Here on earth, meanwhile, I was expected to be good and conform so I would be judged acceptable by others (what will the neighbors think). I learned to be good so that my daddy would not lose his temper. Be good, be good, be good. And if I were ever human--spontaneous, uninhibited, free-spirited (and all the behaviors these entail)--I felt that judgement upon me from all sides and fell short. So, forgiveness and acceptance is the first, deeply internal step to recovery from fundamentalism. It is the step that allows me to see that judgement is something that somebody else does. And it has very little to do with me. More on this later.
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