mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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Parents Just Don't Understand.

So I don't really have a relationship with my parents. That is on purpose. I didn't have like a terrible childhood, just that sort of "post-military" strictness with a weird crazy religious streak going through it. Neither really suited me; well, the post-military sort of did, I was all deep into Boy Scouts (until they kicked me out for being an atheist) & hunting & that kind of thing. I've got a post-apocalyptic survival background, that's not bad, but well, the religion thing I didn't cotton too, & it was the kind of crazy moral panic religiousness, a pretty bad sort. You know, pretending there were satanic babykillers hiding in the bushes, being convinced the world is six-thousand years old, evolution is so fake that Great Danes & Chihuahuas were created by god that way, that sort of stuff. The satanic babykillers had invented Dungeons & Dragons to corrupt children into the occult (fair enough) & wearing black makes you a warlock (actually, okay, both fair points). Jokes aside, my black clothes & roleplaying books were periodically seized & destroyed, whenever my mother needed to work out her issues by pretending she was fighting the Damian child I became when I turned three. So like, super mysterious why I wear black all the time & talk about gaming basically all the time. I mean, the point was I wanted to do my own thing, macabre elf stuff or whatever, then & now, & now I can. Anyhow, it has been on my mind because people who really had it bad are in the headlines; people like the San Antonio Four being released from prison after ten years because some homophobe claimed they were a Satanic cult, or the Kellers who went to prison for twenty years for the same weird lies, or Liz Mullinar in Australia, a hypnotist, saying that hundreds of kids get abused by Satanic cults & that it is "no big deal." Anyhow! So I call my mother a couple of times a year, like when she sends a check as a gift for a holiday. I'm not super rude or I can be bought, take your pick. When I called my mother this Thanksgiving, I was really flabbergasted to find out she...still believes that Dungeons & Dragons is like, Evil evil, capital E? I mentioned in passing & she said she wouldn't read what I wrote there, because it was all about D&D. I don't know, I guess I figured that nobody could still think that, but I guessed wrong. Oh, you definitely think my interests & occupation are like, devil worship? Just nice to know that this distance isn't because of a grudge or anything, but a rational response to people I don't want to really have a relationship with. Just thinking about that & realizing I haven't really talked about anything uh, "personal" in a while, so I thought I'd write it up.
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