2013 - (46) posts
2014 - (21) posts
2015 - (5) posts
There is a pretty common and obvious pattern going on here. 2013 was only June-December too. I guess as time has gone on, this blog has become less relevant in my life.
I really wish I knew what to say, I want to update this for myself. I enjoy reading back through old posts every now and then.
I'm not sure what to write about anymore. I feel like I've been heard to some degree. Mostly heard by myself but its worth something.
Living here is hard for me in certain aspects
I think I would be fine living here if I were new here
but I'm not
been in Cedar Hills, Utah my whole life
I've known a lot of people I go to school with for my entire childhood, and some I met a few days ago
nothing special there, really
but the people that have known me longer
it feels like they have an expectation of me
which I have expectations of them too
but to the people I met before July 2014
I'm expected to leave on my mission after High School
I am a Priesthood leader
a person with just about 100% mutual and church attendance
a person with an even better school attendance
but the embodiment of that is before going through the process of leaving the LDS church
My name is Ashton Phillip Young and I am en ex-mormon
One thing I want to be clear about before I say anything else
being a mormon and not being a mormon hasn't changed me
I just do the occasional sin by drinking coffee or working on the Sabbath
it was the process of coming to terms that what I'd grown up believing wasn't true to me anymore that had the greatest and most devastating impact on me
and today I feel ok talking about it
I grew up in a very strong LDS family
we tried to read our scriptures at least a few times a week
and covered a lot of doctrine outside of the BoM as well
we went to church every week, even on vacation
we paid our tithing and said our prayers
but I would be lying if I said our family is strong outside of the church
it was a normal day
my family gathered for prayer and my dad asked my brother (4 years old)
to say the prayer
my brother said he didn't want to
I thought all was said and done
but my father wasn't pleased with that answer
and so the only logical step was to threaten him with a spanking
after the number 3 had been counted to I closed my eyes
I listened as my dad shuffled over to my brother
a few "dad please wait" "dad please don't" "dad please" were panicked out of my brother's mouth
and it was at that exact moment that I had a great realization
it struck a chord with me
I couldn't stand to watch it
I couldn't watch because I had been where he was
and it was at that moment
that I realized that this seemingly mundane situation
actually carried a lot of meaning in my life
I realized that growing up, that was my experience with everything to some degree
the reason I had good grades
the reason I went to church
the reason I was nice to my siblings
was because
I was afraid of the consequences
I that was the moment where I realized
I did good things for all the wrong reasons
and so from that day forward I started to question why I did something/if I really wanted to do that thing
One of the big one's was church
I'd been a Deacon's quorum president
Teacher's 1st counselor
and a prominent member of the Priest's quorum at the time
I read my scripture assignments from church
and said my prayers almost every day
and frankly I enjoyed it
but there were some things about the church I didn't enjoy
I had a few concerns with some of my beliefs that differed from that church
as well as a few controversial doctrines that always bothered me
whenever I had first heard the term and concept of "being gay/homosexual"
I never thought that person was wrong for being that way
and with the controversy over same-sex marriage starting to become national
I knew that I supported it, and the people as well
I had been taught to love everybody, and that is something I do pretty well
Maybe some people made a choice to be homosexual, but it's been proven that the overwhelming majority of homosexual people are born that way.
That conflicts heavily with what the church teaches.
The church teaches that they are wrong for being that way, and that they are imperfect and that who they are, and what they do, and the air they breathe, all revolves around "counterfeit love".
That the way they feel and think about somebody when they lay in bed at night, and the emotion it brings to interact with and be a part of this person's life, is all wrong.
and why is it wrong?
they didn't choose this
this is simply how they feel
God created them this way
wait
God created them this way?
So you're telling me that there is an ever loving god out there who created people to live life on this earth, and to feel love towards another person, and to want to be a part of another person's life and that the correct way to live their life is to do none of that.
To reject who they are
You're telling me that those missionaries that come home early and go to LDS counselors talking to them about their "unnatural" feelings that they had about their companion, and that when the counselors tell them to try to date women to "cure them of their disease" that you believe that is a good idea.
Isn't the whole point of dating trying to meet people and understand other people and potentially meet somebody you want to spend the rest of your life with. Not always, according to the church.
Dating and marriage aren't only reserved for those that are in love. It's for those who are trying to find an antidote to their entire existence through another person, apparently...
It isn't fair
It isn't fair for the person who knows that this relationship isn't real
It isn't fair for the person who believes they are in love.
But the story almost ends up being the same, and it encompasses the word "Misery".
Sometime down the road, one of the two will have a realization that what they have been living is a lie, and it's going to have a lifetime effect on more than just them now. Some way have kids that have to deal with that, and grandkids and the effect is just endless.
And you sit here and tell me that all men are created equal?
I don't know if my conscience as a person lets me believe that.
But yeah
All men are created equal
all men born after 1978 that is.
Black people weren't allowed to have the priesthood before that year.
Are they not men like the rest of us?
I understand that issues with segregation were going on at the time
but does America's issues with society change the word of God?
Ok so maybe the new doctrine should be
"All men are created equal, sometimes"
But does "all men" encompass women too?
I've been taught that "all men" encompasses everybody, but is that really true in the church?
I understand that women have different physical parts, and different fluids running through their bodies
but why should that change who can and can't hold the priesthood
why is it that women are discouraged to get their own education and become independent people?
Well in the family household, the man is the patriarch of the family according to the church.
So women being more independent might make it harder for the man to take charge of the family like he should....
Because marriage isn't equal apparently.
Not even inside of the temple
Inside of the temple men are to "look towards God" and women are to "look to their husbands".
Why can't they both be looking to God? Or both to each other at least.
Believe it or not the temple actually was "the last straw that broke the camel's back"
or the last bit of knowledge to "collapse my shelf" as some people like to call it
Basically all of these thoughts in the last few paragraphs had been stored in the back of my head from the time that I learned about them.
Stored on a mental shelf
these are the kinds of thoughts that when you hear them you might think to yourself
"I don't know if I totally agree with that" or something along those lines
the thoughts that you can try to shrug off by saying to yourself, "well the church is true 100% so no reason to worry about it"
but its there in your head
and its totally real
everybody has it
It was on July 27, 2014 that my shelf collapsed completely.
I came home from work that night and stumbled upon a link that was a video that showed what happened during an endowment session inside of the temple.
I instantly hesitated to do anything because I had been taught my whole life that it is a sacred ordinance that is for later.
At this point in my life I wasn't really looking to serve a mission, and with all these thoughts mentioned previously bothering me, and with the mindset of wanting to know why I did the things I did, I clicked on that link.
The next few minutes consisted of complete and absolute shock
I distinctly remember this thought that came to me a few minutes into the video and it came from the essence of my being and from everything I embodied as a person
"This is it. This is what my whole religion is about. I actually can't believe anything that I am watching has any parallels with my religion. This can't be the same religion"
But to my surprise it was
I would learn later that what I was watching were rituals essentially identical to masonic rituals, and that Hyrum Smith was a well known and prominent Mason.
But that was it. My shelf came tumbling down in those few minutes.
I felt pretty awful in general, but relieved to know that my search was over for now.
That chapter in my life was over.
I grabbed my phone and texted one of my close friends who wasn't LDS for comfort.
I couldn't tell anybody about it, but she wasn't concerned with my standing in the church.
The next two months were pretty normal, and I still continued to act the same, but I had a different outlook about it all.
After that though is where it hit me hardest.
From about November 2014 until June 2015 I had essentially fallen off the face of the earth
I became nihilistic about everything in my life
I felt like I had no purpose in life
Throughout Jr High, my best friend was God
not because we were super close but because I knew that he was always there, at least
but that was the kind of knowledge where you know you got an answer right on a test, but you were actually completely wrong. It's a very similar feeling except it applies to your entire life.
Sudennly, or at least it seemed
everything in my life became completely meaningless
I stopped practicing guitar
getting up for school
talking to my friends at school
doing my homework
working hard at anything, really
and during all of this the one person I could talk to about anything I felt like (God) wasn't there.
I would stay up late reading about music, or finding new music or playing video games
Anything to distract me from the emotional turmoil I was expereincing
and looking back I thought I did it for one reason:
because once everybody was asleep, I didn't have to put up an image
I felt like I could be myself
and I could to some degree.
but now I know there was also a second and very important reason:
I didn't give a shit
really
and I actually couldn't give a shit about anything
everything in my life sort of collapsed around me
and I had no motivation to build it back up
I just lied in the rubble of my life and tried to go back to sleep
but the night time only lasted so long
eventually the sun would come up and another day would start
but I wouldn't
either I'd be asleep
or my parents would be trying to get me up
or I'd be laying in my bathroom floor because I could sleep there in peace for at least a little while
or I'd be at school half awake, not knowing what the hell is going on because I'd been absent for the past 2 periods.
I had barely over 50% attendance I think
and easily the worst grades I could think of.
I dropped one of my classes in 4th term because the last two terms were F's
It was by far the worst part of my life I've expereienced
and to my understanding
its not over
nor will it ever be, to some extent.
I'm doing much better now
Things are going pretty well for me
I talked to a counselor for most of the summer and that was incredibly eye opening to me
My standing with the church is bitter, naturally
but I don't hold a grudge against it
I just wish I was never a part of it
because being a member then leaving is incredibly dishonorable
and technically I would be much better off not knowing about it
as I told my dad, "I don't hate the church. I hate having ever been a part of it. I just want to forget about it and move on".
My family does have pretty harsh feelings toward me because of it
but I don't blame them for it
I just wish it wasn't so hard to bear at times
My step-mom says "I'm dark minded"
that "My mind has been poisoned with lies"
My father said this to me today actually
"I'm disappointed in you"
My Bishop tells me
"You're mom would want this for you if she were still alive"
you know what I say to the bishop?
Fuck you for bringing her into this
just because she was a member when she died doesn't mean she has any opinion on the matter
also I know that my mother would want what makes me happy
and she wants me to be honest
and she wants me to be the best person that I can
and that's what I'm trying to do
so would you kindly
fuck off and try to emotionally manipulate somebody else
because I've made up my mind on the matter
any of you who actually know me well know that I didn't say that to the bishop, but its definitely the way I felt when he said that to me, but the point still stands
For those who have differing opinions than me
let's agree to disagree and actually get to know one another
and care for one another
because in the end
the person who will be judging your life hardest
and the person you will spend the rest of your life with
is yourself
- Ashton Young
Thanks for those of you who read
