Araceli Cianna
Active Member
So I'm 23, and live with my mum. She is a Christian. After a confusing time after I reconverted to Christianity a couple of years ago (due to psychotic delusions that I was possessed by demons) but have not really come out since. I mean I have told her that I am 'doubting' and my faith isn't that 'strong', but not really told her I'm an atheist now.
Today we were walking out the supermarket, my mum was pushing me in a wheelchair (I have non-epileptic attack disorder so on my bad days struggle to walk), and this street preacher came to us and started praying for me. He asked if I knew about Jesus. I feel totally stupid now but at the time I looked up at my mum and back at this man and said "yes we're Christians"... then he said "so are you born again?" again I said yes. He was a really nice man and know his motives were probably kind. But I couldn't help feeling a bit irritated at the situation, pretending to go along with it as if I was okay with it. In reality I didn't care one way or another about his prayer, but more at the idea of feeling trapped in this lie I don't know how to burst.
I want people to know the truth but don't want to break my family's hearts (for the second time lol, since I already denied Christianity once years ago). The faith sort of brings the family together. Without that I fear what is there holding us together?
Advice? Stories of your own to share?
Today we were walking out the supermarket, my mum was pushing me in a wheelchair (I have non-epileptic attack disorder so on my bad days struggle to walk), and this street preacher came to us and started praying for me. He asked if I knew about Jesus. I feel totally stupid now but at the time I looked up at my mum and back at this man and said "yes we're Christians"... then he said "so are you born again?" again I said yes. He was a really nice man and know his motives were probably kind. But I couldn't help feeling a bit irritated at the situation, pretending to go along with it as if I was okay with it. In reality I didn't care one way or another about his prayer, but more at the idea of feeling trapped in this lie I don't know how to burst.
I want people to know the truth but don't want to break my family's hearts (for the second time lol, since I already denied Christianity once years ago). The faith sort of brings the family together. Without that I fear what is there holding us together?
Advice? Stories of your own to share?