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…That Time I Joined a Cult. Part 1.
Going Blind isn’t hard. It can happen to you.
As I mentioned in “What Happened When I Fired God” — I was raised in Christian Science. No one keeps you in or out, no one controls your diet, your love life, your money. Though you are expected not to give in to medical world, if you have say, a fatal illness, you can sneak off to the doctor on your own free will and no one’s gonna kick you out. I guess Christian Science was too hum-drum for this human. So Presenting…my bonafide deep dive into a 70s California cult.
My circumstances by themselves don’t qualify me as a cult candidate…really. But combined? They’re like hydrogen peroxide on baking soda. Goldilocks level: Juuussst right. Note the ingredients:
Recipe for Disaster
Age 0: Adopted at birth. Qualify as only child. (15 year gap w/adopted sister).
Age 7: Mother screams “I’m not your mother.” Betrayal.
Age 14: Exposed to drinking and drugs (it’s the 70s) and drinking helps.
Age 15: Feels rejection by mother. Depressed father. Drinking helps.
Age 16: Discovers birth father actually is part of family. A cousin. Making an aunt a grandmother. A mother — a great aunt. Drinking helps.
