My story is nothing new or special. I’m not brave or courageous. I am just me.

I was raised by fundamentalist Christians with a high degree of authoritarian parenting. They believed in spanking, but also using their kids as anger management. Boys were raised to be providers and women were raised to be wives and mothers. All children were raised with abuse that was encouraged by our religious community. Kids who did not behave like adults were hit and screamed at until they obeyed. And obedience was silence. No questions. No arguments. No complaints.
I’ve accomplished a great deal. I can financially support myself and have enough leftover to donate to my favorite causes. I have a successful career. I give back to my community in many different ways. I have everything I need. I don’t have an addiction or any unsolvable problems in my life.
And for my family of origin (my parents) – that will never be good enough. And I don’t care anymore. I am good enough for myself.
Here’s all the things I wasn’t, that my parents expected of me:
- A submissive wife
- A mother
- Straight
- A member of “the one true church”
- A stay-at-home mom
- Uneducated
- Domesticated
I’m sure there are more. But you get the idea.
Growing up, I often felt like a failure. The more different I started to be – the further I felt myself slipping into isolation. I tried so hard to impress my parents and gain their approval. As an adult, I am learning to celebrate and accept myself. I’ve always known who I was. By joining communities that accept and celebrate me, I have found happiness and peace.
If you find yourself not having the characteristics that your parents expected – I’m here to say I accept you, love you, and celebrate you for exactly who you are.


