Originally posted by -Pr-
Of course, and I have nothing but sympathy for your situation.I am curious how things are from your point of view though; how hard is it to accept that your mother (and whatever other family members are included) believes in something that you find to be ultimately unreasonable?
Thanks. But it's weird, because I don't tell stories like that for sympathy. But oftentimes it's the easiest way to explain the type of prejudice that is faced. It's really not that bad for me. I won't say it's great, but I've not experienced nearly the discrimination that some have, and I'm better off for having faced what I have. So my stories are instructive, but not intended as a pity party.
As a determinst, my beliefs on morality allow for complete acceptance, at least in theory. I can't blame my mother for believing exactly what she should be given the causes that led to her present state. It's also relatively benign - she's a middle-aged church lady...there's not a lot in her behavior that's going to offend most people. It comes back to what you said earlier; they can believe whatever, so long as it doesn't become "you should believe this too."
Now, the reason I don't get into it with her is twofold. One, I'd have to openly challenge her beliefs. I'm ok doing that to many, but how do you do that to someone who has defined herself by those beliefs, and who has never known anything else? And, for that matter, who doesn't perpetuate evil through her beliefs. I can't bring myself to do it. Not everyone can live happily without religion. But the other reason is, theory and reality are often different. I would get upset at her, because her views strip me of autonomy, and make my atheism nothing but a wrist slap as a result of a tiff between my mom and God. It's incredibly egocentric, regardless of whether she thinks it's punishment from God or just her own shortcomings. Both strip me of agency, as it was ultimately my decision and was entirely separate from any parenting decisions. The flip side of that is, she loves me, so all of those ridiculous beliefs stem from her guilt over thinking she could have done differently. F*cked up as it may be, the root cause of the irrationality is care, worry, and love.
So yeah, we let it be. I also don't want to make it seem like this is the defining aspect of our relationship. We actually get along fine. But this is always at leas somewhat present.