by Willard King

Created on: August 18, 2008   Last Updated: September 01, 2008

Growing Up in a Canadian Cult

Cult is such an ugly word to most people, to me it was a way of growing up. I was born into the "church" or cult, knowing no other way, it was many years before I was able to figure out for myself what it meant.
I grew up in a very stern household, the youngest of three boys, I was spanked pretty often. My parents, who administered the spankings, told me it was in case I had gotten away with something. I knew I didn't like too get punished who would. So it made me a cautious child in some respects, I would act according to what adults wanted to see, but when on my own or around friends I was the worst. And I had fun doing what I wanted to do, after all, chances are I was going to get punished severely regardless if I did nothing at all anyways. I figured out from a young age that I might as well have some of what I determined as fun, since the spankings were coming anyways.

We had nearly as much "homework" from the blasted cult as we got from public school. Of course we only had one subject, the bible. We had too memorize scriptures and passages, stories and lessons and be able to recite in front of "teachers" and our parents upon command. I can still recite scriptures and there contents to this day and it has been 14 years since my last visit to a service, 17 years since I did any of the "homework". There was Bible study on Wednesday nights, Friday from sundown too sundown Saturday you were only to have contact with strictly church people only. Our Saturday mornings or afternoons, were used for our personal lessons this is the church homework that I previously mentioned.

This cult controlled who we talked too, who you hung around, and who you did business with. At every opportunity they would be sure to preach about how you should have done something different, more in accordance with the church and its twisted Old Testament beliefs. Now I say Old Testament and I mean that, spank your kids for anything and if you get any lip or fuss, you merely spank them harder and more often. I fell into the trouble maker category, so therefore was spanked more than necessary, regardless of circumstance. Even if I had spent the day alone with family, there would be a reason in there somewhere, real or made up. I and one of my brothers were it not for the church would have been prescribed riddelin being classic A.D.D, but because the church took such a firm stand on "outside" medication we were denied current treatments.

I was not the perfect child

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