childhood beliefs

We also had towel dispensers in the wc and sex ed lessons .. I have a feeling she had not attended due to religious beliefs.

I knew what periods were, but when mine started, I didn't know what to line my underwear with lol I used a pantyliner from a box kept in the restroom and bled through it, so then I thought I was bleeding too much and was scared. My mom had to show me what else to use after that, she just didn't keep everything in the bathroom lol

I'll add my bit here on religion, too!

I grew up with parents who didn't believe (basically atheists), but I always thought their was something- and a woman who lived next door to me at the time used to come round and read me the bible and teach me about god and heaven. she would only come when my mother was out, she hated her

long story short (or shorter) she started taking me to the local church on sundays where I felt I really fit in and it became a regular thing for me

well 1 day she vanished from our street without any notice , and later we found out (well, we basically found out she'd gone against her religion and killed someone). mother was like see?. told you religion is fake, anymore of that and I'll throw you out

she ended up throwing me out anyway (not because of religion, because of childhood abuse) and I was able to follow my own beliefs for once in my life.

When I was a child, I did believe in God. I prayed every night.

I eventually stopped (as a teen) because I was developing OCD and mental issues around my health in relation to religion and God. I started to think bad things would happen if I didn't pray. I had to cut it out for my own well-being at the time. I turned more to being agnostic and spiritual.. feeling connected to the Earth and mankind... and putting positive energy into the world. That might sound silly to some, too ;p

I just have religious dyslexia.

...as I will explain to St Peter at the gates. 

Is he known to be a little sociopathic?

Not me,,,, I am sociopathic too. 

It's a shame to me when life or others take us from childhood beliefs that were good for us. Sometimes they're just what we need when we're adults dealing with mental health issues and tough times.

When I was very little, I sang little songs to God that I made up myself and totally understood that He loves me. It was simple to just believe. As life continued on, times got tough and I gradually let religion complicate things - there wasn't much simple faith left in me, and I was trying to earn things through good behaviour and sticking to checklists. Some of that resulted from the way that I was taught at church and home, with a focus on the lists of good behaviour, but I'm sure part of it was that I gravitated toward *doing* rather than just being in relationship.

Eventually, doing wasn't enough and life had become a huge mess. I'd married someone who just wanted power and control, not love and partnership. I was stressed out trying to cover everything he didn't want to handle. There didn't seem anywhere to go but back to simple faith.

And it works! I'm so much more relaxed and flexible, and it's easier to love others when you really know you're loved. Having a relationship with God (like He's Father, friend, and King to me) teaches me how to have good relationships with other people.

So, childhood beliefs can be smarter than adult beliefs at times...

Children are usually incredibly open-minded: it is a shame when they lose that as adults and "become real". Now I don't believe in fairies or the suchlike but I do use my imagination to create stories. Of course, the subjects of these stories are pure fantasy, but that's what makes them so enjoyable. I don't believe in religious beliefs as such: even though I do mention things like that in my stories. I'd be mad if I actually believed there was a master or whatever following me about [like in my only novella]. It is pretend, pure and simple.

I do feel because I was praised for having an imagination as a child, I am able to make up stories and use that imagination. I don't want to see into hell myself, like the fictional character John. But I enjoyed writing about that character and seeing what he'd decide. Of course, he dies. But he is an interesting character and I enjoyed writing about him and his destiny.

I guess I am "real" but love making stories up and adding excitement to them with situations that'll never happen to anyone in real life.

It's a while since we had a decent Karenism