SnuffSnuff
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Hello,
I have been lurking around this site for a little more than a year I believe, but never had the courage to sign up and become a member because I felt less intelligent than most of the posters even though I could follow most of the conversations (or arguments) posted. Thanks to some helpful prodding to join (thanks to you SilentKnight) and simply because my curiosity to add my two cents into most of the posts I decided to go ahead and open up with something that has been bothering me lately. I was wondering if anyone would be kind enough to help.
I am an atheist, which is not quite so bad around my circle of friends considering they themselves are atheist or agnostic themselves. However, I am also a Mexican, a race known for its extreme traditional values of both family and religion (or maybe it could just be MY family who upholds these laws still – please correct me if I am wrong). My family does not sit well with the fact that I openly admitted I was atheist and a good portion of them wants nothing to do with me. Being born into the traditionalist home where family is more important than anything else, I was devastated to lose these ties just by simply speaking my mind and ‘coming out’ to not believing in God.
My own parents can’t seem to accept the fact that I am atheist in the first place and my mother seems to question where she went wrong in raising me. Despite this, she still tries to ‘knock sense into me’ with conversations that wrap around me admitting that everything I do is within God’s will. A good example of this was when she asked me why she thinks that I firmly believe that I go nowhere when I die and starts to question why my own life even matters then if I am not rewarded in the afterlife. I simply told her that the only one responsible for my life is myself and that I would make the best of it. She still continues to goad me that such a thing is not possible and if God wanted to end my life, he would do it at this very moment. Stupid things like this is what I have to look forward to whenever I mention anything close to God-related matters and hope I outlive my mother because she firmly stated that she would give me a Catholic funeral and ignore my pleas to cremate me and give me a proper, non-church burial.
This, on top of my parents’ need to control everything I do, is the reason why I left them very recently to stay with my supportive boyfriend and finish my University studies in Sweden instead. I understand this is a huge step and so far I am able to handle it, much to my parents’ surprise. They obviously were not happy at all and gave me a ton of negative support along the way. Still, I showed them in that!
I am not saying that they do not love me – they obviously care very much about me and would rather wish I be the perfect daughter they see in their eyes. I am able to breathe a bit better without them trying to convert me to see ‘the light’ or control everything I do while I stayed under their roof. I was wondering if anyone could give me some advice on how I should mend wounds when I eventually do return back home. I know things will definitely not be the same and I hope my parents would see that I live the life I wish to have and came out good because of it. Will they ever accept me as a person? Are there any words need said? Or is time the only factor, lots and lots of time?
I am sorry if this topic has been discussed already. I tried to find a proper existing topic to squeeze this in.
Regards,
Snuffie
I have been lurking around this site for a little more than a year I believe, but never had the courage to sign up and become a member because I felt less intelligent than most of the posters even though I could follow most of the conversations (or arguments) posted. Thanks to some helpful prodding to join (thanks to you SilentKnight) and simply because my curiosity to add my two cents into most of the posts I decided to go ahead and open up with something that has been bothering me lately. I was wondering if anyone would be kind enough to help.
I am an atheist, which is not quite so bad around my circle of friends considering they themselves are atheist or agnostic themselves. However, I am also a Mexican, a race known for its extreme traditional values of both family and religion (or maybe it could just be MY family who upholds these laws still – please correct me if I am wrong). My family does not sit well with the fact that I openly admitted I was atheist and a good portion of them wants nothing to do with me. Being born into the traditionalist home where family is more important than anything else, I was devastated to lose these ties just by simply speaking my mind and ‘coming out’ to not believing in God.

My own parents can’t seem to accept the fact that I am atheist in the first place and my mother seems to question where she went wrong in raising me. Despite this, she still tries to ‘knock sense into me’ with conversations that wrap around me admitting that everything I do is within God’s will. A good example of this was when she asked me why she thinks that I firmly believe that I go nowhere when I die and starts to question why my own life even matters then if I am not rewarded in the afterlife. I simply told her that the only one responsible for my life is myself and that I would make the best of it. She still continues to goad me that such a thing is not possible and if God wanted to end my life, he would do it at this very moment. Stupid things like this is what I have to look forward to whenever I mention anything close to God-related matters and hope I outlive my mother because she firmly stated that she would give me a Catholic funeral and ignore my pleas to cremate me and give me a proper, non-church burial.
This, on top of my parents’ need to control everything I do, is the reason why I left them very recently to stay with my supportive boyfriend and finish my University studies in Sweden instead. I understand this is a huge step and so far I am able to handle it, much to my parents’ surprise. They obviously were not happy at all and gave me a ton of negative support along the way. Still, I showed them in that!
I am not saying that they do not love me – they obviously care very much about me and would rather wish I be the perfect daughter they see in their eyes. I am able to breathe a bit better without them trying to convert me to see ‘the light’ or control everything I do while I stayed under their roof. I was wondering if anyone could give me some advice on how I should mend wounds when I eventually do return back home. I know things will definitely not be the same and I hope my parents would see that I live the life I wish to have and came out good because of it. Will they ever accept me as a person? Are there any words need said? Or is time the only factor, lots and lots of time?
I am sorry if this topic has been discussed already. I tried to find a proper existing topic to squeeze this in.

Regards,
Snuffie