There may not be life after death, but there is life after Adventism.
Ami, Abby, Ryan, and Lana continue their discuss on mental health and Adventism.
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I am finding value in your recent discussion regarding Adventism and mental health. I am 72 and haven’t been an Adventist since my late teens, but your most excellent podcasts are triggering lots of memories for me.When I was five years old I was sexually molested by a neighbor man. I don’t know if he was an Adventist or not, but his parents were, and they were members of the same church that my mother and father attended. This took place in Angwin, California while my father was attending the Pacific Union College there.I learned later that the man who molested me was a repeat offender, and he was out of prison on probation. When I eventually worked up the nerve to report the incident to my parents, they chose to pursue legal action against the man. In later years my mother told me that the parents of this man, the Adventist parents, had come to her and my father and had pleaded that they not pursue the case. The reality was that if the man was found guilty in this particular incident, he was going away for the rest of his life. I am not sure what the parents thoughts for the future were, I imagine that they intended to pursue the path of asking for Christ’s intervention.Mental health issues certainly showed up in this incident in several ways. Clearly this man was a troubled man with deep-seated mental health issues. It’s conceivable to me that if interventions had been made earlier in his life, he wouldn’t have ended up spending the rest of his life in prison, and I wouldn’t have had to deal with the aftereffects of the molestation.Another aspect related to mental health regarded my five-year-old mental health. I had to testify in detail in open court with the man who molested me sitting at a table across from me. The entire case hinged on my testimony, of course I didn’t understand the fact at that time, but clearly it did.The defense attorney did everything he could to shake my testimony, and bless the brave little trooper that I was, I persisted, and the man did go away for the rest of his life.The mental health point here is that my parents never attended to my psychological wounds in any way at all. The whole thing was a verboten topic, and it was left to me to deal with the effects as an adult, which I did using conventional therapeutic means which I found to be helpful. (I acknowledge that we are talking about 1949, and the larger culture was very poorly equipped at that time to deal with that kind of issue in terms of psychological support, but my guess is that it was all exacerbated by the Adventist insistence that everything be put in the hands of Jesus.)