Me, my step-sister, dad, step-mom, and Dalilah were sitting in breakfast waiting for our food and we saw one of mine and my sisters old therapists, and my step-mom mentioned how much she had liked her, but then I was like, “But I thought you didn’t? You made us stop seeing her.” Then she mentioned that she didn’t like the fact our therapist had said it was okay to be promiscuous, and I didn’t see anything wrong with that, and then I told her, “Well it’s my body, my rights. I should be able to do what I want to it.”
Then my dad had to step in and say something, “Well you only say that because you were violated as a child, if you hadn’t have been, you wouldn’t think that.”
Then my step-mom was like “It’s not your body, it’s Gods.”
Man, it just fucking irritates the shit out of me. Of course I would still believe that it’s my body, my rights. Being violated has nothing to do with it.
Sometimes having religious parents suck.