Lady Zombie...to this day I am deathly afraid of firearms.
After posting that message I was sitting here thinking about how profound an effect being scoffed at and rejected day after day, month after month, and year after year at home, school, and during field service can have on a child. With every slam of the door during field service I would get this sick, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt immense hatred toward me every day of my life, my opinions NEVER mattered (questioning ANYTHING my parents said resulted in a beating), and I was conditioned to believe I was a BAD child. This during a time when even other kids in my congregation snubbed their noses at me for being a "goodie-two-shoes". I just couldn't win.
My parents STILL insist I am not good enough and I still have a hard time recognizing they are wrong. There's always that little voice in the back of my head that reminds me of everything I ever did "wrong"...so maybe they're right and I really AM not good enough. It's a horrible thing to have to live with. :(