My Story

I’m still in the process of writing out my story, and thus update this page with each entry. Posts are organized oldest to newest – newest posts are at the bottom of the page and added as they are written.

Since this is my therapy, I will be writing very openly about some things. I may speak bluntly about myself, my friends, or my mentors. I find honesty preferable to making nice, and even if events paint me in a bad light (which many will), I’m not going to shy away from details that are important to the story.

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Upbringing.
1987–2006
A quick over of my first brushes with the IFB (independent fundamental baptists), my salvation, and entering community college.

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Sculpture.
Spring semester 2006
A recounting of being sexually assaulted by a classmate in my sculpture class.

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O God, the aftermath.
Spring semester 2006 and onward
Detailing the various responses of friends and mentors to my attack, plus how I’m dealing with the aftermath almost six years later.

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And the world spun madly on.
2006–2007
Graduating from community college, going back to get a certificate, and the circumstances that led me to choose to go to Bob Jones University the following fall.

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The siren’s song.
2007–2008
Recounting a non-relationship with my professor, who was an atheist and involved in a relationship already.

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Please don’t let this be summer long.
Summer 2008
In which I meet a fellow Christian on vacation, develop strong feelings for him (and a deep friendship with him) only to find out that he is married and in the process of a divorce.

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The stolen moments worth living for.
Summer 2008
An overview of my parents discovering that my new friend is married, forbidding me to remain friends with him, and me hiding my continued friendship from them until I finally give it to the Lord and break off my friendship with him for good.

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A ceaseless stumbling on.
Summer 2008
Detailing the week before going to Bob Jones University and my emotional, spiritual, and mental state upon entering campus.

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Father, hide our hearts in You.
Summer 2008
Old blog entries that I wrote during the summer before going to Bob Jones. Many events are alluded to in these posts that I have explained further in previous entries.

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In which I gain a little more sanity.
2007–2008
I have always felt odd about how I described my relationship with Peter back under “The siren’s song.” I have always felt that I couldn’t explain it properly, and that frankly most people probably wouldn’t understand the depth of the confusion and mental agony I went through during those two years (particularly the last year). But recently, I’ve began to understand what happened and why I was so unsettled for so long.

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Confessing my hesitancy.
August 11, 2011
In which I explain why I’m having such a hard time writing the next parts of my story.

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Unless grace be the wind.
Late August, 2008
Remembering my first day on campus at Bob Jones University as a student.

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Focus on the horizon, men, should you grow seasick.
Late August – Early September, 2008
My first impressions during the first few days on campus, plus a brief introduction to my roommates.

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Messes of men.
Fall semester 2008
My experience with dating and relationships at BJU…and how different those experiences were from the previous 21 years of my life.

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In jeans and an orange hoody.
September 17, 2008
A letter I wrote to my friend Amanda in my early weeks at BJU, along with commentary from me now, 3.5 years later.

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Can’t go back now.
August – October, 2008.
Written journal entries from my time at BJU.

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But the Lord was not in the fire.
September – October, 2008.
In which I recall a few messages preached from chapel, along with my least favourite Bible class.

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My bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.
September – October, 2008.
I began to descend into the darkness of despair as the damaging teachings of my youth combined with the brain-washing of BJU culminate and their poison started to take its natural affect.

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You have my attention.
September – October, 2008.
I grudgingly allowed Gary to befriend me, more out of desperation for a safe place than anything – right before the bomb is dropped that Joe was reconciling with his wife.

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