Religion Ruined My Childhood

Not every church is a safe place.

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When I was very young, church on Sundays meant sitting next to my Grandmother. I was always excited, wearing a dress, something reserved only for special occasions.

We would sit in the pews next to each other and she would hold my hand in hers. Her hands were always soft. Her skin was as thin as paper with the lines of purple veins…




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Ashley Shannon

Ashley Shannon

Thirty something queer mom of two, one with autism. Lover of sushi, coffee, and wine. Living a life of travel. Top Writer

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