Ateo Means Athiest

… in Spanish.

I’ve been a long time considering writing seriously on Medium. I really need and want to.

I’ve read every article here. You know which ones I’m talking about: the Medium articles about writing articles. And, while I did extract a lot of interesting and useful information from them, fear not! As I am not here to hack likes (or loves) nor hack a following.

It’s only going to be me, putting my thoughts before you, hoping to engage in some interesting conversations!

But in reality, I won’t be sad if no one engages. For me, this is more of a poor man’s therapy session. Thoughts and feelings I typically bury deep inside me can come out and see the light, without the negative effects they typically produce when exposed in person to my loved ones, friends and family.

A little about myself:

I’m a latino born in the US but raised most of youth and adult life in the Dominican Republic. My mother and her family are devout christians. Evangelical christians, at that. My father was never that type, but more of the passive variety. No church, no preaching, a bit of a rascal here and there, but of course god exists and we should respect him and the church.

Interestingly enough, my schooling both in the US and DR was at catholic schools. These were more institutional and regulated that the free-for-all evangelical schools out there at the time, about 30 years ago, give or take. Discipline was also very strict at those schools, which my parents valued more over the dogmatic differences between both religions.

Nonetheless, it was church twice a week for my first 20 years of life.

Unfortunately for my mother, the indoctrination she worked so hard on sort of backfired.

I was a pro at the technical aspects of christianity: memorizing verses, singing choir songs, analyzing scripture. But the spiritual aspects seemed alien to me. It never clicked in my brain (or heart?).

As I delved deeper into that world without the god-filter, rather than reinforcing any faith or love to an almighty creator, I found myself deconstructing everything I read and heard. And I didn’t like any of it.

One day I was really fed up. I was also super sleepy, but… you know. My mother knocked on my door for me to get ready for church. I just said "no.”

And, just like that, a whole new world opened up to me. Actually- it was the world itself.

So. Some of this publication will recount stories from my youth and anecdotes of life without christianity and my interactions with those who make up my social circle. (My wife is devout catholic… more on that later on).

It will be a wild ride, hope you tag along.

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