This is a place for people who grew up in, or left, a high-control religious group, of any faith or denomination, to write down what happened, in their own words, and find the words for it if they don't have them yet.
Not sure where to start? Start here → Join our Facebook group Read the stories What this isA hospital worker on the gap between 'saved by grace, not works' and being quietly judged for missing church on a work weekend, and growing his hair out just to make a point.
A husband and wife raised in the IFB describe over thirty years under a pastor whose control over their family reached the point of editing the letters he sent to his own parents, and the years it took to recognize it.
Write it in your own words, any length, publish under your real name or "Anonymous." Nothing goes live automatically, we read every submission first.
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