That Time I Joined A Cult — Part 2:

Fleeing Is A Process

How does anyone in their right mind join a cult?! Easy. It’s like…marrying a sociopath. You don’t wake up and say, “Today I’m gonna fall in love with a toxic narcissist and watch my entire life unravel to shit.” It happens before you know its happened. (I’ve been with narcissists too. Same deal.)

And for those of us wired a certain way, it’s a wonder if it doesn’t happen. What kind of wiring is that? I can only speak for myself: a person with a predisposition to addiction and a childhood in a religion the might as well be renamed The Church of Cognitive Dissonance. My Sunday school teacher was H.R. Haldeman of Watergate fame (in the 9th Church of Christian Science, L.A.) Read about it here. Add to the recipe…I was surrounded by hippies in Southern California — read about that over here.

Cults are everywhere — we create them. You don’t have to be that damaged to join one. They’re no different than looking for love and jumping into a relationship that wasn’t what you thought it was. PS: AT ALL.

Back to: marrying a sociopath. Brother Stevens (aka JRS) had a first wife that we were ordered put a curse on — sorry, “to bring God’s judgement on” but I came late to the party and I only knew of the beautiful, raven-haired, hawk-eyed secretary (a former cheerleader) who was always…