Disclaimer: This is not a commentary on beliefs. It’s not a judgement on what other people believe or don’t believe. It’s simply an accounting of my experiences.
I grew up in Covington, KY and went to Catholic school. I did not have a concept of what other church experiences were like, other than one time when I went to a vacation bible school with a neighbor. I didn’t like it. They were doing it wrong.
So, we adult children of narcissists come with our own special baggage. What we carry it in might look different, but the contents are going to be similar. Just don’t look in the side pocket of my bag. I have no idea how long those underwear have been in there and they might be a science project by now.
Have you ever seen the movie Amelie?
If not, you should.
There is a scene where she is trying to work up the courage to talk to her crush and when he walks away she turns liquid and crashes to the floor.