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I became a deist at around 12-13. It became increasingly obvious to me that religion had no grasp of the workings of the material world, so how could it be any authority on what's beyond? Over time, I moved towards agnostic atheism, but I still consider deism to be a possibility.
Currently, on my path, I am most proximate to Mahayana, as it adequately explains (at least to me) what science has failed to clarify, synergizes well with the best of my Christian heritage, and strikes me at an intuitive level. Most importantly, it provides an exceptional moral code.
And besides, i'm absolutely for the couple Dyonisos/Athena as my main gods. But they just aren't real.
Girl I dated in high school went to a specific church, and I started going with her. All was well, but her mother would *freak the hell out* if she saw us so much as kiss, because "that way lies temptation."
Turns out she knew what she was talking about, as she was having an affair with her oldest daughter's husband (oldest daughter was maybe two years older than me, for reference; probably 19 or so at the time). This was in the 90s; it *should* have been an episode of Jerry Springer.
That wasn't what did it, but the rank hypocrisy coming from mom didn't help.
We were at youth group one night, and the youth pastor asked what our parents did for a living. My dad's a retired Marine. I said so. Youth pastor asked if I'd forgiven him yet.
I asked what I could possibly have to forgive my father for.
"Being a killer."
That's the closest I ever got to punching an adult when I was a teenager; I got up to walk out, pastor grabbed my wrist, and I told him right then that either he was going to let me go or I'd be going to jail.
After that, I started reading the Bible more closely. KJV and NIV. Then the Concordance. Spent some time talking to our head pastor--and then the pastors and priests of other churches in the area--about what I felt were inconsistencies between different sections of said Bible, and discrepancies between the text and what we were being taught every Sunday.
I did not like the answers I got.
So I put my faith down, walked away from it, and have never once looked back.
The anecdotes make it sound like all this happened in the space of months, but it was a process of years. For a long time, I was angry; my faith had been a significant part of my life.
Now, a quarter-century-plus on, I'm glad faith can give strength to people who need it, detest those who use it as a shield for their bigotry, and will never again pick it up for myself.
And that's about it.