Youthkiawaaz iconYouthkiawaazSep 5, 2026 ~2 min source read

The child taking in the guilt to keep the authority pure

Long before a child understands theology, they understand the framework of power. When an earthly authority assumes the mantle of an omniscient judge, the child has nowhere to hide—not even behind their own ribs.

The child taking in the guilt to keep the authority pure

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Long before a child understands theology, they understand the framework of power.

When an earthly authority assumes the mantle of an omniscient judge, the child has nowhere to hide—not even behind their own ribs.

To survive an inescapable altar, the mind performs its most desperate miracle- dissociation.

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Long before a child understands theology, they understand the framework of power. When an earthly authority assumes the mantle of an omniscient judge, the child has nowhere to hide—not even behind their own ribs. To survive an inescapable altar, the mind performs its most desperate miracle- dissociation.

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  • I was raised in a world where cruelty was called holiness, and my abuse was called discipline.
  • When you are small and your tormentors speak for God, you cannot afford to hate them, so you learn to hate yourself instead.
  • You swallow their disgust, call it repentance, and learn to leave your own body just to survive the room.
  • They praised me for being quiet and obedient, never understanding that my stillness was not peace—it was the freeze reflex of a child who had run out of places to hide.
  • My lungs were traded for hours of ritual smoke, choking on ash until my airways scarred into asthma, while adults called my agony devotion.There was no God in those walls, only terror and the smell of damp...

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The ordinary things a kid holds—dolls with soft cloth and yarn hair—were condemned as demonic possessions, dangerous vessels that invited dark spirits into the home. They threw them away and put cold stone and metal idols into my hands ins...

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What happens when the persecutor wraps itself in the veil of divine right? I learned to fabricate divine voices, to invent holy lies. To halt the storm of hands, truth was an abandoned currency.

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