That's hard. They take that stuff seriously in all the wrong ways quite often. I was raised a social Presbyterian in North Carolina. I knew and didn't know of my sissyhood for most of my youth, and my ASD probably "helped' in that regard. We went to church, but nobody (particularly in my family) enforced the mind-control portion of the program. We read about Edgar Cayce as a family, and I raised the topic of reincarnation at the summer Bible camp to the complete mystification of the counselors ("Who sinned: this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"). I had a few more gotchas, but I don't remember them.
Buncha sweeties, for sure.
You been looking in the mirror again, huh? ✌️🌈❤️
LOL. As they say down South: "y'all too kind!"
I'll take it over "bless your heart" all day, any day. I was a born and raised a Southern (not-so) Baptist Sissy. :-)
That's hard. They take that stuff seriously in all the wrong ways quite often. I was raised a social Presbyterian in North Carolina. I knew and didn't know of my sissyhood for most of my youth, and my ASD probably "helped' in that regard. We went to church, but nobody (particularly in my family) enforced the mind-control portion of the program. We read about Edgar Cayce as a family, and I raised the topic of reincarnation at the summer Bible camp to the complete mystification of the counselors ("Who sinned: this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"). I had a few more gotchas, but I don't remember them.