I remember the feeling though. Even if the community of exmormons is super open and welcoming, confronting the realization that you might not die mormon is deeply painful. People sacrifice a great deal to remain. It upends your very identity. Removing each barb that your body and soul has grown accustomed to is deeply painful and leaves holes and scars behind.
The barbs used to support you albeit in a painful and emotionally costly way, when you remove them you're left with an open wound and no support.
It takes a while to realize that barb like influence of shame and social pressure was never how it should have been. It should have always been a shoulder or a hand outstretched to offer support.
Then you spend a while wondering how you got it so wrong and who you might have hurt while muddling through it all. I think I'm still in this stage.
I think what I feel is still mostly this. It sounds cliche to bring up my mission, but I was fortunate enough that as a Missionary I had the chance to experience that. I had leaders who legit cared about me and whom I could trust and confide my problems in. I received guidance and correction instead of just judgment. I had a common goal and purpose.
At times I've recaptured that. Hell, I loved being at Church when I was in China because it felt that way. Because we were few and outnumbered there was a special sort of emphasis on helping everybody feel needed. Home Teaching was awesome because we got together and were honest instead of the polite front of all is well. Family Home Evening activities were basically us getting together and hanging out instead of "you must now find a way to fuck."
I sort of waver nowadays. Half the time I'm still very much attached to who and what I am. I don't want to throw away all I've said, done, and been. I suppose it's why I'm averse to really taking action at the moment. I don't want to do anything until I'm certain. At times I'm ashamed because I feel like the true crux of my problem is realizing I'm one of those religious people who picks and chooses what they want to live. It's just that there are a lot of times now where I just look around me and wonder like, how we've all gotten so off track.
There's a shitton of dissonance in my head, too. I never really cared about that, but it's there now. Like on the one hand I get the scriptural, and maybe even theological arguments against Homosexuality. But what I cannot get, what I cannot accept, is the approach to it people take. Christ sat amongst prostitutes and publicans. He saw faith in Romans and Samaritans. I can't imagine that Jesus would ever shun or loathe someone the way people shun and loathe gays.
Or the racism. Good Lord there's far too much of that. The Book of Mormon declares people of all races equal. It's cited in the goddamn Official Declaration ending the racist ban on blacks holding the priesthood. I could even see why the old and crusted can't let go of their sexism and racism, but when it's perpetuated by people my age it's baffling. When I hear people who served missions in Africa talk about how the Africans were less righteous in the preexistence, a doctrine that has been formally denounced, it's staggering.
It's not that I believe the Church is evil. I know that a lot of good is done, and when I see that good or I get to participate in it, I'm stronger and happier for it. It isn't even the realization that members are mortals who mess up as much as others.It's that there are so many who vehemently oppose what we should be doing.
Think I've said this before, but the thing that gets me most is that it almost feels like Church culture opposes the concept of repentance, rather than embraces it. So many talks about how men who masturbate have let a viper bite their face and will never be the same, or how porn or premarital sex will destroy irreplaceably something precious feel like we've missed the whole point of The Atonement.
I doubt I'd wish as strongly as I did for views to relax were it not for this. If public attitude toward the Sinner was more welcoming of his penance and less condemning in the hopes of prevention, I think life would be so much easier for people.