Like everybody else I was born an atheist.

I was a happy kid until some stupid, heartless people told me all kinds of gruesome stories.

They were barbaric lies of course, but I was a kid and couldn't see that.

The pitiless bullies who told me those lies were much bigger than I was at six. They could easily have hurt me. Or taken my food away. They told me I would suffer horribly if I didn't believe them. Forever. They said I was only a kid and they were wise adults. They told me I was dirty. My mind was dirty and my body was dirty. I should distrust and despise both. They also told me that I was born very bad and that I deserved to suffer atrociously for ever and ever and ever. I deserved to be thrown in an open fire and get horribly burned and be in constant, unimaginable pain. That was how bad I was. Until they told me this I hadn't realized that.

It was traumatizing. So for a few years I was very scared. I had nightmares. I almost believed I really wasn't worth anything. I almost believed I was bad, just because I existed.

Looking back on it I can only describe it as child abuse. I was mind raped by unscrupulous liars.

Then I became ten.

Tags: pathology, religious crimes