I’ve gathered some resources and tips and tricks on self-educating after educational neglect. This is only what I did and what I know helped me. I’m about to graduate college with honors after having no education past the age of 9. I wouldn’t be here without the following. Everything is free, and at/well above the standard for education in the US.
The holy grail: Khan Academy. Nearly every course you could take is available here, in order and by grade level. Their open-source free courses rival some of the college classes I’ve taken. This is your most solid resource.
For inattentive types: Crash Course offers a variety of courses that are snappy, entertaining, and extremely rewarding. They work for my ADHD brain. They also have college prep advice, which is essential if you’re looking to go to higher education with no classroom experience.
To catch up on your reading: There are certain books that you may have read had you gone to school that you’ve missed out on. This list is the most well-rounded and can fill you in on both children’s books and classic novels that are essential or at least extremely helpful to be familiar with. You can find a majority of these easily at a local library (and some for free in PDF form online low key). There are a few higher level classics in here that I’d highly recommend. If it doesn’t work for you, I’d always recommend asking your local librarian.
*BE AWARE* The book list I recommend suggests you read Harry Potter books, and given their transphobic author you may or may not want to read them. If you choose to, I’d highly recommend buying the books secondhand or borrowing from a library to avoid financially supporting a living author with dangerous and damaging views.
TEST, TEST, TEST: Again, Khan Academy is your go-to for this. I don’t personally like standardized testing, but going through SAT and ACT courses was the best way I found to really reveal my gaps so that I could supplement.
Finally: As much as you can, enjoy the process. Education can be thrilling and teach you so much about yourself, and help shape your view of the world. It can get frustrating, but I’d like to encourage you that everyone can learn. No pace is the perfect pace, and your learning style is the right learning style for you. In teaching yourself, be patient, be kind, and indulge in the subjects you really enjoy without neglecting others. You are your teacher. Give yourself what others chose not to.
Bro I hate fundamentalists and culturally-fundie parents they'll say shit like "spare the rod spoil the child am I right haha yea my parents used to have to beat my ass with a switch almost everyday but I sure did learn my lesson" but like??? no you didn't??? you were hit multiple times for something you very obviously did not, in fact, learn
Like studies about how harmful even lightly spanking children is aside, you're literally contradicting yourself?? Some even admitted they got worse as they got older cause they wanted to see how far they could push their parents before they got punished
And studies not aside, you're gonna get child raising advice from the same book that tells you to stone your wife if her hymen doesn't break on your wedding night instead of the decades of research we have now?? Just say you're a bad parent and move on my guy. Skill issue
Not commonly known is that I was homeschooled for the majority of my youth, with a couple of catastrophic attempts at public schooling in the 8th/9th grades.
I got off better than most homeschooled kids, in that I got into college and graduated and held down jobs like a good capitalist drone. My parents were not physically abusive, or in a cult.
But the cost, socially and emotionally, was high. I was completely unprepared for the "outside world" as Mother called it. Socially, financially, and psychologically I was the living equivalent of showing up with a knife to a gun fight.
Please share these resources far and wide, to help other ex-homeschoolers. These would have made such a difference in my life.
[and also, support regulations for homeschooling where you can.]
Me, watching 3 out of 6 kids in my family come out as queer/trans/nonbinary after my conservative mormon parents indoctrinated and homeschooled us for 18 years to "protect us from the dangerous influences of the world."
shoutout to the bitches who grew up in environments where the only kind of sex ed available was abstinence-only, and thus had to learn via fanfiction. love y’all, hope you’re doing okay
Taking another crack at a concise response to the question I get all the time "Since you were raised in an alt-right cult, how did you deradicalize when most people never do?" and uh. It's like 1100 words long already. Goddang it 😂
has anyone seen this tech pseudo-fascist (yet proclaims to be liberal) family that's trying to promote a repackaged version of the quiverfull movement??
I've been down a serious rabbit hole the last few days and am completely baffled. We need a term for repackaged Christian fundamentalism sans the Christianity, I guess.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the perception of good and bad and self-image when recovering from extremist religious upbringings.
I’ve realized that my idea of being a “good person” is warped beyond what I’d originally thought. Fundamentalist christianity teaches that morality is only defined through the word of god. People without it have no moral compass. So you’re raised in it, indoctrinated, and when you come out you have no sense of self when it comes to judging the morality of your own behavior. Wanting to be a good person then becomes a hindrance that causes unhelpful behaviors that ultimately hurt you and your relationships.
Disagreeing with an authority figure doesn’t make you a bad person.
Saying no when people ask for your help doesn’t make you a bad person.
Neither does anger, jealousy, self-indulgence, confidence, vanity… these things SHOULD exist in balance. Feel how you feel. Do what is right for you. Hurt as few people as you can in the process, but know that sometimes it has to happen.
I AM FREE TO FULLY ENJOY HALLOWEEN AND AUTUMN NOW AND EVEN POST THINGS ON SOCIAL MEDIA IF I WANT, WHAT’S MY FAMILY GONNA DO, BE ASHAMED OF ME AND AFRAID FOR MY SOUL HALFWAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY ABOUT IT? NOT MY PROBLEM 👏👏👏
Content Warning: Religious Trauma, Religious, Emotional, Physical, Sexual, and Child Abuse
As a Catholic Kid, I was taught three things very early on;
1. Gods love was unconditional
2. Until there were conditions he, or the adults in my life didn’t like
3. And then his anger was terrible.
Many people who have dealt with toxic families, either by being in one, or by being a social worker, therapist, teacher, or any other aid of that nature, might recognize a lot of these. I’m of the first category.
My Catholic upbringing groomed me for abuse from an early age.
God loved gays. Until said gays wanted to do things like have relationships, or exist more loudly in the world, or deviate in any way from what my Catholic family found appropriate. Like having the audacity to want to be married. “I’ll love you, and whoever you choose to love.” My divorced Catholic mother told me, one day when I’m confronting her. “But we will not recognize a marriage.” “Why can’t one of my children be straight!” She laments, when another kid comes out. She doesn’t remember the pictures she’d allow to be painted of loneliness and damnation for her young queer child, the noises of judgment and the hushed whispers of relatives that brought shame to the family. The tone of Justice when something bad would happen to a gay person, like somehow they’d earned their fate with AIDS, or at the hands some some drunk redneck.
God loves Children. That’s why he hates abortion. Nevermind that there’s descriptions of how to provide them in the bible. He wants you to yell at women going into clinics, even the young teenage girls who said no, who couldn’t say no, who said yes but had no resources to know about safe sex, or even the ones who just wanted to have fun. They don’t get a childhood, it’s been taken, they don’t deserve it. They don’t own their bodies, and never will. Despite God getting a young woman pregnant out of wedlock. At least he asked for consent. He loves all the starving children, the LGBTQ+ children kicked out of their homes by his adherents, the ones in Warzones, the ones being killed. Suffering, while he watches. Sometimes blamed, because they didn’t believe in him the way we did. He even loves the victims of his church as they shuffle another priest off to another parish, leaving another group of children broken and traumatized.
God loves women. If they followed his ideal of womanhood. Don’t have sex except to have kids. But you’re faulty if you can’t and you shouldn’t try anything to fix it despite the judgement others feel for you and your defective body. And no abortion for you, even if the ultrasound tells you your baby, that you’ve carried for months, has no heartbeat, or half a brain, or is conjoined to their twin in a way that will insure they have no quality of life. Sacrifice everything for your husband and children. Be modest, be subservient. Never blame men, even when they grab you and grope you and tell you it’s fine, because you were probably leading them on. Don’t get divorced, even if you don’t love him anymore, even if he hurts you with words or fists, even if he’s useless around the home because the home is your job, no matter how much there is to shoulder. He works so hard as the head of the house, while he ignores his children and eats the food you make and can’t even figure out how to wash his laundry and he’ll just mess it up anyways, so why don’t you do it for him?
You don’t ask questions. You don’t. You obey mom and dad, even when they isolate you, and abuse you. You’re not mentally ill and young, you’re evil. You’re not chafing under their control and telling them that they’re hurting you, you’re venomous. You’re going to confession because you’re not honouring your parents. Nevermind that honour is nothing in that home. Hypocrisy is all you see from an early age, mother and father telling you one thing and doing another. You family lives a lie, and the other adults around you watch it and do nothing. Your priest, their friends in the church, good people of the Faith, see and hear things and let it happen because it’s none of their business. As a homeschooled child, you have no exposure to mandatory reporters, and they instilled a fear of the government in you that insures after a while you stop talking about it. If you go to foster care you’ll never see any of your siblings again, even though there were other family members who would have found out. Eventually so many things are internalized, the blame, the shame, the ahistorical understanding of the world, the fact that people deserve to suffer because that means they’re evil or faulty somehow. But god loves them! The sexism, the homophobia, xenophobia. A moment of I love you followed by days of screaming, blame, hitting. “Why are you cringing, you act like we beat you.” Then ten minutes later they walk up behind you, slap your skull to get your attention and demand to know why the cupboard was left open. On, and on.
Pain and suffering are Gods will. Fetishized, with bloody crucifixes and stories of martyrs. Especially yours, and people like you. It’s in the books you read and on the lips of adults who you trust. It’s used to justify hurting others because they’re different or making mistakes. Love and pain and cruelty become tangled in each other.
You think about hell, and you’re very small, and you start crying because you already know that you’re making God angry and sad because that’s how your parents talk to you. And you don’t know it yet but it’s going to get worse. You’re going to grow up preconditioned for people to hurt you.
being homeschooled is so fucking weird. like man i was educationally neglected and isolated my entire life and all i got was. nothing! i received nothing as compensation. whatever i guess
After 3 years of teaching myself math using Art of Problem Solving, starting grade 2 to mastering Pre-algebra, I took accuplacer and tested into precalculus!
I wanted to learn algebra since I was 8, but my dad firmly believed in Saxon math which was a nightmare for me. I used to practice math until I induced a migraine and/or fell asleep on my tear stained math 65 book. I asked for help so many times, so many times. I asked for a math teacher.
There are many things my younger self would find unbelievable about me, but this seriously competes with the "You don't really believe in God"