Purity Culture is Damaging

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The concept of “purity” as defined by the Evangelical Christian Church is a woman who is sexually pure, submissive to her husband, and a mother figure. Anyone who does not align with those concepts will be damned. The rigid religiosity of purity culture is incredibly damaging.

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Within the Evangelical Christian Church, there was a lot of emphasis on virginity. Youth groups talked constantly about sex and all the reasons you should abstain until marriage. Huge events and conventions were held to persuade teenagers to make purity vows.

There were even marriage ceremonies with God. Teenagers who made such vows were encouraged to wear purity rings, or promise rings on their ring finger. You would later give this ring to the first person you had sex with. The hope was this person would be your spouse. Oftentimes these ceremonies were specific to girls. Sometimes the vows would be with the girls’ fathers, which is gross on so many levels.

Males and females were told to abstain, but the heavy emphasis was on females.

My pastor’s wife pulled all the girls aside to discuss the importance of being modest. What you wore, how you behaved, and even how deep you kissed could all lead to losing your virginity. There was an unspoken understanding that the burden of staying pure was on girls. It was the girls’ fault if a boy lusted after her. It was also her fault if she was raped.

Even my middle school teacher at a Christian private school joked that the best birth control was an aspirin between the legs. As in hold the aspirin between your knees so you don’t spread your legs for boys. I WAS TWELVE and basically being told that if I dressed with skirts or shorts more than three inches above my knees, I would be raped and it would be my fault.

I was twelve and basically being told that if I dressed with skirts or shorts more than three inches above my knees, I would be raped and it would be my fault.

According to the church I grew up in the Bible stated that marriage was only between one man and one woman. And that anyone you “lay with” or had sex with was your spiritual spouse in God’s eyes. If you have sex with multiple people your soul would be split and pulled apart until there’s nothing left to give the one person you want to actually marry.

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Never mind the fact that King David had many wives. One of his wives he acquired because he saw her taking a bath one her roof and wanted her. So he invited her over and raped her. Of course the Church likes to say Bathsheba was a willing participant, but the truth was that the KING invited her over. You do not go against the king.

This story was said in youth groups to emphasize how girls have to protect their bodies, specifically their nudity from men. But King David was also revered highly in the church. After he raped Bathsheba, she got pregnant. To cover his misdeed he had her husband killed in war so he could marry her. Not only did King David rape someone, he also murdered someone. Not to mention David already had many wives. (2 Samuel 11, 12; 1 Kings 1, 2)

I cannot tell you how many women struggled with fertility issues in the church and felt that it was God punishing them for having sex before marriage.

The child from this union died, which is also interpreted to mean that women who get pregnant out of wedlock, or through some ungodly means, will miscarry. I cannot tell you how many women struggled with fertility issues in the church and felt that it was God punishing them for having sex before marriage. So much for “God is love.”

I became terrified not only of sex itself, but of my own sexual urges. Lustful thoughts were also SIN. And sinners burn forever in Hell, an eternal lake of fire.

It was practically the eleventh commandment: though shall not have sex until marriage.

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In Purity Culture marriage is one of the highest unions two people can have. It’s the happily ever after at the end of the fairy tale. It’s Godliness, because how often the Church is called the Bride of Christ. Brides and women are highly valued for their purity, their virginity, and not much else. Women aren’t technically supposed to hold office or speak up in church, or so Paul writes in the New Testament, though many modern church-ladies do. (1 Corinthians 14:33-35)

Men rule women, and are heads of their house, like God is the head of the Church. This concept opens the door for abusive marriages. Women feel trapped with husbands who can do whatever they want. It is a woman’s spiritual test to obey and submit to their husbands as the Church is supposed to submit to Christ.

So many women I knew in the church were in abusive marriages because of this concept.

So many teenagers married too young and to wrong people (myself included) because of the strict rules and obsession with sex. I know at least two people who married just so they could finally have sex. Both people have since divorced and remarried and are much happier for it.

Accepting people for who they are, like Jesus who stood up for the prostitute and adulterer, is what I think the church should focus on. He said anyone who has no sin can throw the first stone (John 8:7). I feel there are many proverbial stones being thrown at people who simply do not deserve it.

Purity Culture puts the blame on victims

I was sexually assaulted and felt that it was my fault because of what I was wearing. My love for this person meant I should accept the assault and submit to this person. My needs came last, if at all. Purity culture puts the blame on victims, instead of holding the rapist accountable. Purity culture emphasizes the sin instead of the forgiveness.

I felt dirty, and ruined. I felt like I had to marry the first person I had sex with, and I did. It led to me hiding my own sexuality for fear of not falling into the Christian household of Man and Wife. It led to so much inner turmoil and damage that even now, in my late thirties I am still healing.

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I am learning to let go of the harmful messages in my past and accept my true authentic self.

It’s uncomfortable, but I am becoming a better person every day. I hope that anyone struggling with purity culture can find a safe place here and know you are not alone.

You are loved.

You are valid.

There is a place for you. I hope you find it.

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Metamorphosis is a Painful, Necessary Change

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Look at the caterpillar. It molts multiple times in its small larvae life. It grows too big for its exoskeleton and must shed it in order to continue eating and living and growing. I’ve watched these caterpillars up close, and trust me this necessary change does not look comfortable. In fact it looks painful.

Imagine being stuffed into a too small outfit that is so tight you feel it must rip or you won’t be able to breathe or move. This is what it looks like when a caterpillar molts. Like they are trapped in a too tight corset and if they do not break the strings and shed the old skin they will suffocate.

I imagine the metamorphosis to butterfly is excruciating.

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When caterpillars ready themselves for the final change, they shed their skin and turn into goo. The new skin outside that goo hardens into a chrysalis. After a few weeks of quiet meditation, self reflection and change, they burst out of their skin for the last time as beautiful butterflies.

Not only do they look like a completely different creature, they can FLY.

The pain they had to endure to get this to this point might seem a distant memory as they flutter and explorethe skies.

Necessary change can be painful.

It can be scary. In fact I think true necessary change is horrifying, at least it has been for me.

Like a caterpillar outgrowing their skin, my own life has gotten quite uncomfortable. I’ve tried to make things work. Tried ignoring my truths. Tried to fit into the expectations others had for me, but alas, I know I’m meant for something different. I have to change.

I’ve discovered my own truth and I can no longer live within the safety of what I know. I have to face the uncertainty of change, the fear of something different, because it is the only way I can spread my wings and fly. It is the only way I can be my true self and grow into what I was meant to be.

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Lives will be effected, which is why it’s hard to make the choice to change. But ultimately my inner truth is more important than the disappointment of others. I am the one who has to live with myself. I have to face the mirror and accept who I am.

Change can be painful, but necessary change is worth it, or at least I hope. I guess after I spend time alone and in silence I’ll finally see if this chrysalis of change will truly transform me into something beautiful, but unrecognizable, or if it is as scary as I truly believed. I have a feeling I’ll learn to spread new wings and be better than I ever imagined.

May your pain bring necessary change and may the change bring you new life and beauty. May the future be better than the past and may you fly on new wings.

Blessings Be.

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Juggling Stress During COVID? Time to Let the Ball Drop

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I envision my current life like a bunch of glass balls I’m struggling to juggle. If one drops it could break, so I have to keep the constant motion going. I have to hold everything up. My responsibilities as a spouse, parent, child, friend, employee, coworker, etc. are up in the air. Stress is already running high most of the time. Enter COVID. Suddenly life is chaos. I have to figure out how to keep the juggling act or decide to let some of the balls drop.

I have to figure out how to keep the juggling act or decide to let some of the balls drop.

The responsibilities above shift the minute the coronavirus stretched across my area. At the start everyone was sent home. Schools closed. Companies either furloughed employees or sent them home to work remotely.

My small family was forced to stay home for months. We are all under the same small roof, struggling to juggle are individual responsibilities. We all have our unique weaknesses and strengths, but with a pandemic the stress has skyrocketed.

I struggle with general anxiety and often depression. Before the pandemic shut everything down I was going through a depressive episode. I was just starting to pull through when Covid 19 hit. The metaphorical glass balls I was already struggling to juggle were suddenly multiplied and became impossibly heavy.

Parenting took on another layer. Marriage took on more layers. Being the only introvert in a house of extroverts took a huge toll on me. Not only did I no longer have time away to tend my own needs, but I was forced to be the “person” my extroverts needed to give them energy. I was feeling drained. Burned out.

Then I realized I was juggling too much. I was burdened by too many things, too many glass balls. That’s when I decided it was. Time. To. Let. One. Drop.

Time. To. Let. One. Drop.

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I’m going to drop some of the balls anyways, might as well choose which ones to let go. Making the choice gave me some sense of control. I could let go of the things that aren’t important. Then I could focus on what needs the most attention, and let the rest fall away.

The first ball I chose to drop is “being a good child.” I’m a parent now, my parents are adults. It is past time to let the responsibility of being a perfect child drop. I am not responsible for my parents’ emotional health and well-being. They are fully capable of handling themselves. I can let this one go and focus on my own child, and on being a better parent.

It felt good to drop that ball. So good that I started to consider which other balls could be let go.

It felt good to drop that ball. So good that I started to consider which other balls could be let go. Some will be temporary drops. Chores and things will only be dropped while I adjust to new schedules. Once a new sense of normal or a new routine sets in some of these balls and responsibilities will be resumed, others I can happily say are gone forever.

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I’m certainly not perfect. In fact I struggled with this so much that I started therapy, which has also helped gain perspective. Talking to a therapist feels like I’m giving my own mental health priority, something I have not done in a long while. It has also helped me calm my emotions enough to think more clearly, so I can make decisions about what to shift with confidence.

It’s okay to not be perfect at everything and to let some things go. These are not normal times, and even if they were, no one can do everything. It’s perfectly okay to let a few things fall.

I give you permission to let a few balls drop right now. You don’t have to juggle it all. Focus on what matters to you.

Blessings be.

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Sitting With My Big Emotions: Anger and Fear

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Sitting with my fears, anger, and other big feelings is not an easy task. I was raised to ignore, to shut down, to put myself last. I am learning to unlearn the coping skills of my past.

This is codependency at its finest.

Growing up my family was more important that myself. The raging alcoholic and the enmeshed matriarch were the ones who had the biggest needs. There was no space, no comfort, no soothing for me to explore my feelings. I had to be an adult. I had to comfort my parent who felt worn down because of the addict. I had to care for my siblings, and shoulder the burdens of everyone in the house.

I felt like the glue holding it all together, but I was constantly falling apart.

I felt like the glue holding it all together, but I was constantly falling apart. There were and still are many cracks in my being. Holes and wounds invisible to the eye, but felt in every moment of my day. These are the child wounds I never healed. These are the fears and doubts and big emotions I was not allowed to safely experience. I became terrified of not only my feelings, but other people’s feelings too.

Anger is a huge trigger for me.

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Anger is a huge trigger for me. When someone raises their voice I start to shut down, hiding and trembling deep inside myself. I fret and sweat and my heart races. I am worried that the person angry at me will lose control.

When I feel angry, I fear I will lose control. That anger will rage out of me like the Hulk, and I will sit outside myself feeling shame and guilt. This, sadly, was how I handled much anger in my life. I either shut down or lost control.

The key to healing those wounds is to let them be felt

I have recently learned that the key to healing those wounds is to let them be felt. This sounds crazy. Why suffer the negative feelings? Why pull up all that old hurt?

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The answer is to heal it.

If I don’t heal the mother wound, the inner child, the past, I cannot enter a healthy future. If I don’t clean the old wounds of their infections I will continue to suffer and lose myself.

Now, I try to sit with my feelings. To become aware of what I physically feel in my body. Give the emotions a name, identify what they are, and if possible, where they are truly coming from. Then I am able to let them wash away. I can accept myself as I am, broken, but still alive, still making progress.

Mindfulness has helped me immensely in this process. I sit quietly and simply acknowledge what I feel, where I feel it, and pay attention to it. Then I move on, without judging the emotion or physical reaction.

I used to try pushing away all the feelings, which only made them push back. I struggled against fear and anger, now I sit back and let them happen. I feel the anger, I call it by name, I thank it (silently of course) for being present inside me, for showing me something important.

Anger is usually present to show something is unjust, unfair, or goes against one of my values

I find that for me, anger is usually present to show something is unjust, unfair, or goes against one of my values. Anger is important because it helps identify what’s important to me. I don’t have to be afraid when I get angry. I don’t have to react when I get angry. I can simply accept my anger. Then I can work out solutions to why I feel angry and solve any problems my anger has shown me. Knowing why I feel what I feel is empowering and helps me let go easier.

Knowing why I feel what I feel is empowering and helps me let go easier.

Fear is the same. I feel it, I calm my heart and remind myself that I am safe. I breathe into the fear and any tension in my body and try to relax those muscles and areas. It helps. I realize what I’m afraid of isn’t what I thought, and that my fears may not be as extreme as first imagined. I am safe. I can take steps to remain safe if things escalate. I know what to do if my big fear starts to become real, and that is empowering.

Fear tells me that something could go wrong. That pain might be coming.

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It’s okay to feel fear. Fear tells me that something could go wrong. That pain might be coming. It helps me be aware of myself and others.

I don’t have to live in fear. I don’t have to let it flood me. I can breathe it in, let it exist, and breathe it out again. I know what to do, that alone gives me power to let the fear go. I can then plan for worse case scenarios from a clear mind.

The little child I was in the past is a grown adult now. I no longer rely on my parents, I can rely on myself. That alone is powerful.

I can sit with my big emotions, give myself a hug, validate my feelings, and move on with peace and acceptance.

I am enough.

And so are you.