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God’s Family Horror Fantasy
As an adopted person who loves the horror genre, family is a tough subject for me
I’m an ex-Christian. I started questioning my faith at a young age but didn’t officially “make the break” so to speak until my late teens. I always knew I was adopted. My adoptive family told me since day one, the weight of that statement didn’t really hit me until my teenage years, however. But I do have distinct memories of feeling unsettled with subjects relating to family, especially when it came to religion. My adoptive mother is Greek Orthodox, my father is Methodist, we predominantly went to my mother’s church growing up and I went to Sunday School.
One Sunday School morning, we were having a lesson about God and family. I and one other child (we were maybe around age six or seven if I remember right) in a class of about twenty were the only adopted children in the room. The teacher said something like “God loves you so much that your parents were blessed with you!”. My adopted butt had to raise their hand and say “But I’m adopted, what about my Mom?” (referring to my birth mother).
The teacher, I remember, looked a bit taken aback. I don’t know if she knew prior to the “adopted vs bio child” ratio in her class. She was quiet for a few seconds before telling me something like “Well, God gave his love to…
