I left my hometown at 18 and never looked back. However, the anger I felt back then lingers nearly 20 years later.
A Childhood Oppressed by Christianity
Back home, Christianity permeated everything. I went to a public school but you would never know it. Sometimes religion was discussed in class. Teachers had religious symbols and posters in their classrooms and there was almost always a prayer at school functions and events. I couldn’t breathe.
I spent a lot of my childhood planning my escape but at the time I didn’t realize how many other children were affected by the oppressive Christianity.
LGBTQ Loved Ones in the Closet
I have since learned that I have many LGBTQ friends and family that spent years – decades even – in the closet living in a place where it’s unsafe to be yourself. I couldn’t imagine the pain and anxiety of being in that situation.
The people I know of are now out but how many more are still trapped in the closet?
Angry in Toledo
Living in Toledo is much easier than living back home even though my hometown isn’t far away. I prefer living in an urban area where my daughter will experience lots of opportunities and diversity.
But still, I get angry in Toledo, too. Many Christians are very outspoken here and it’s hard not to be offended. It’s the Midwest and judgments are never far away.
I’ve held on to this anger for years and recently found poetry to be a good outlet.
I want to hear about your anger. Tell me I’m not alone.