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October 28, 2017

Satanist Billboard in Texas: “Our Religion Doesn’t Believe in Hitting Children” – Friendly Atheist

Filed under: Atheism, Children, Family, Harm, My Life and Rants, Questions, Religion — Scottie @ 10:54

As a child I was hit.  More correctly said I was beaten.  After my hips were dislocated at five, my spine needing to be readjusted for almost a year due to being thrown down the stairs repeatedly, after my grade school sent me to the hospital and called what would become child services due to a body covered in bruises and fear response to people …In first grade… my beatings got less and easier to avoid, other tortures were employed on me.   But the hell spawn I grew up with some of them I watched get badly beaten regularly.  In the home the biggest and the most violent got their way.  That was because the people who adopted me were raised in the same fashion.   They were hit, they were raised in an authoritarian fear of the adults anger at home.   They had no need to hurt me or any of us, but they did because it was all they knew.   The world had moved past what the white trash like them could handle.   So please take this seriously.  Take the idea that children are being hit seriously.  DO everything you can to prevent it.  How many times as the hand came up and the threat clearly issued did I flinch and crouch looking around to see if anyone would help.   You can help.   Sad hopeful hugs 

If your church can’t say the same thing, why haven’t you left?

Source: Satanist Billboard in Texas: “Our Religion Doesn’t Believe in Hitting Children” – Friendly Atheist


  1. This is horrifying. I can picture you flinching knowing what was coming. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. I am so sorry you had to live through that kind of fear. And NO ONE HELPED. Why. Someone could have said or done something. I agree with the sign. No one should cower knowing a hand that is supposed to love is going to hurt.

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    Comment by bethanyk — October 28, 2017 @ 13:02

    • Hello Bethany. I hope my post did not add to your pain. I have written before about the house I grew up in. To get out of the child abuse charge we moved, fast, to three different places in a short period of time. We ended up in a town with more cattle than people. I never went back to the school that filed the original charges. I was out of school for a long time, going back to
      a different school the next year. Even there it was not long before what was happening was suspected. The principle formed a friendship with the mother of the family to be able to look after me. He walked a fine line but he did help as much as he could. In his mind it was working because the bruises seemed a lot less and I suffered less body & bone damage. He had no idea until years later after I had left his school the other abuse and it made him sick that he had misread the situation. I do not blame him. One person did intervene for me when I was getting a beating, I have written about it. A wealthy man who owned a basket weaving shop offered me a job when I was about 13 /14. It really was a silly make job but I was proud of it, thought I was really doing something. They also were friends of the people who raised me so they knew the situation. It was winter, and icy, I got back and forth from their place by snowmobile. Crossing the road I hit the drive to the shop and it was all ice, I couldn’t stop the machine. It slid into a large vehicle. No damage to the vehicle but there was to the snowmobile. I knew I was done for , but I had no choice but to call home and report it. The man who raised me showed up in full anger and forgetting he was not in private with me began to take that anger out on me. He threw me into the wall and then when I bounced off started to punch me, he was a big man, a bruiser use to bar brawls. I did what I could to curl up in a ball on the floor and took the kicks, then the stopped I could hear fighting and dared a look The owner was a big ex-marine and he was going to town on the man. He won and as a peace move the owner offered to pay for the fixing of the snowmobile and to help repair it. It was nice to have someone stand up for me, but what came next showed me why it was a bad idea. The man who raised me calmed down, seemed all nice, took the offer, ya agreed he got a little carried away, even said a few nice things to me when he left. Everyone was happy, even me , the wife of the owner treated the cuts on my face and we got me cleaned up as best as possible. Then I went home. It was not forgotten and the anger was not gone, and I paid the price. So in the end the abuse just changed places and times, it did not stop. Anyway it was a long time ago in a different life time and left in the past. I refused to become what they wanted to make me, I grew old enough to leave and I did. I established a life for my self, did two tours of the military, got out, got a good job, bought a house, and met Ron. Shortly after meeting those I grew up with Ron moved us to Florida where we have lived since then. Thank you for caring and your kind words, but it was a long time ago to a boy who no longer exists. Hugs

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      Comment by Scottie — October 28, 2017 @ 13:36

      • No ofcourse not. You should be able to tell your story and not have to worry about how others take it. My heart is sensitive to your suffering and I just wish I could have somehow stopped it and protected you. Wish I could have been your mom and done what should have been done to raise you in a loving compassionate environment. 100% opposite of what you got!!!
        I do remember reading that someone had helped you along the way.
        A basket weaving shop actually sounds like a pretty fantastic job. Something I would sure love doing.
        I can see how you would be proud working at that age.
        I am sure, in that moment, you had to have felt vindicated that someone would stand up and protect you and fight this beast who was hitting an innocent child. I can see how he would then get worse though and take more out on you. Abusers find reasons and it doesn’t take much.
        I am glad that boy grew up to be an honorable compassionate caring man who has a life of integrity and honesty. I am grateful for you.

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        Comment by bethanyk — October 28, 2017 @ 18:02

        • I did well today. I made a lasagna from home made sauce. Have a great weekend. Hugs


          Comment by Scottie — October 28, 2017 @ 18:11

          • I LOVE to make homemade sauce. What did you put in yours? I put oregano, basil, salt and pepper but I sautéed the onions and garlic first before I add those and the tomatoes. I always feel like it is missing something though. Last time i added alitle bit of white wine and that was pretty darn good

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            Comment by bethanyk — October 28, 2017 @ 18:17

            • Similar to yours. Lets see, I use green peppers, onion, celery ( If I do not have celery I use celery salts ) oregano, basil, sage ( sometimes instead of the sage I add Italian sausage ) or both, chopped or minced garlic, salt…
              seems I am forgetting something but I can not figure out what. Hugs


              Comment by Scottie — October 28, 2017 @ 18:39

              • Celery would be a great addition!!!!!!! Never thought of sage

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                Comment by bethanyk — October 28, 2017 @ 18:45

                • I think it adds a great taste. for sage you can either add that or Italian sausage. I use ground sausage but if you do meat balls ( do that sometimes ) you can make the sausage chunk size so you have two different flavor meatballs. Isn’t is great how you can do different things and it still taste great. Be well, have a great weekend. Hugs


                  Comment by Scottie — October 28, 2017 @ 18:51

                  • Thanks for sharing you have a good weekend too!

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                    Comment by bethanyk — October 28, 2017 @ 18:52

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