Hi all!
i wasn't sure where to put this story, but I think it's definitely an anecdote about how difficult it can be to feel comfortable discussing one's history with Scientology, even after it becomes a footnote in one's history, long ago.
Personally, I've for some time felt comfortable discussing my childhood in Scientology with anyone who I feel has the mental maturity to listen carefully to my assessment of my upbringing without judging me for it (which includes almost everyone I choose to associate with...I have the benefit and luxury of a very intelligent and critically-thinking group of colleagues, acquaintances, and friends.).
A couple years ago, roughly, I met someone quite by accident who was a friend of a colleague's husband who was also an ex-Scientologist. When the subject came up (due to my openness), our mutual acquaintance mentioned that his friend (present at the time) had been brought up in Scientology and had years since defected. It was an astonishing moment for us both, but what struck me deeply were a couple things: 1) That he seemed far more traumatized and hesitant to talk about his experience than I was and 2) that his whole family had left at roughly the same time, but he seemed not to have talked about it much to anyone.
We proceeded to chat about our experiences in a deep and meaningful way that seemed to be new to him, like he'd never felt comfortable about opening up before. I felt simultaneously glad that I could be an intelligent sounding board for him and thrilled that I'd found an unexpected friend among friends.
I haven't seen the dear fellow since, but his story and his emotions have reminded me since that I had a very easy time leaving Scientology compared to many. I felt like I may have been the first person to whom he was able to share a long-poisonous story, and I hope he understood that he is not alone, that his experience leaving was valid, and that talking about it is OK.
So you see, I've been lurking for 10+ years, but all the while, I always tell myself, and anyone I meet: Talking about it is ok. And you are not alone.
You are not alone.
Much love,
Amy Shrack
i wasn't sure where to put this story, but I think it's definitely an anecdote about how difficult it can be to feel comfortable discussing one's history with Scientology, even after it becomes a footnote in one's history, long ago.
Personally, I've for some time felt comfortable discussing my childhood in Scientology with anyone who I feel has the mental maturity to listen carefully to my assessment of my upbringing without judging me for it (which includes almost everyone I choose to associate with...I have the benefit and luxury of a very intelligent and critically-thinking group of colleagues, acquaintances, and friends.).
A couple years ago, roughly, I met someone quite by accident who was a friend of a colleague's husband who was also an ex-Scientologist. When the subject came up (due to my openness), our mutual acquaintance mentioned that his friend (present at the time) had been brought up in Scientology and had years since defected. It was an astonishing moment for us both, but what struck me deeply were a couple things: 1) That he seemed far more traumatized and hesitant to talk about his experience than I was and 2) that his whole family had left at roughly the same time, but he seemed not to have talked about it much to anyone.
We proceeded to chat about our experiences in a deep and meaningful way that seemed to be new to him, like he'd never felt comfortable about opening up before. I felt simultaneously glad that I could be an intelligent sounding board for him and thrilled that I'd found an unexpected friend among friends.
I haven't seen the dear fellow since, but his story and his emotions have reminded me since that I had a very easy time leaving Scientology compared to many. I felt like I may have been the first person to whom he was able to share a long-poisonous story, and I hope he understood that he is not alone, that his experience leaving was valid, and that talking about it is OK.
So you see, I've been lurking for 10+ years, but all the while, I always tell myself, and anyone I meet: Talking about it is ok. And you are not alone.
You are not alone.
Much love,
Amy Shrack



usually I skim.... I've read every word of the two posts of yours I've seen)


