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First Hand Experiences
Former Christian Scientists tell their own stories of believing, questioning, and leaving.
Chrystal’s Story – Becoming a Christian Science Practitioner
Chrystal describes Class Instruction and becoming a Journal-listed Christian Science practitioner, including the unpaid work, the costs, and the church’s stance on doctors.
Chrystal's Story - Matter (AKA: The Human Body) Isn't Real - Middle School & High School
From Chrystal's series: opting out of health classes as a Christian Scientist teen, a deep foot cut at a Christian Science camp, and a likely dislocated toe never seen by a doctor.
Chrystal's Story - My First Lump
A fourth-generation Christian Scientist describes a cyst that grew on her face from fourth grade, years without treatment, and finally having it removed by a doctor as a teenager.
Chrystal's Story - My background: Raised by a Christian Science Nurse
Part one of Chrystal’s story: a fourth-generation Christian Scientist describes growing up with a Christian Science nurse father, a strict stepmother, and Sunday School.
Elizabeth's Story: Everything is always in its right place
Elizabeth describes a 1993 car accident at nineteen, followed by refusing treatment from paramedics and going home to family and a Christian Science practitioner.
I used to ask my mother questions she couldn't answer. Happy Mother's Day
A Mother’s Day collection of first-hand stories about growing up with Christian Scientist mothers, plus articles and books on healing from an unloving parent.
here, take back your bullsh*t
Short accounts from former Christian Scientists about leaving: returning their books, using medicine, and a grandmother’s story of a dying infant.
Thanksgiving Testimonies
Testimonies from the Ex-Christian Scientists Facebook group, giving thanks for having left Christian Science, in the style of the church’s Thanksgiving Day service.
Old Habits Die Hard
Former Christian Scientists share stories of delayed or avoided medical care, from skin and colon cancer to pregnancy checkups, and why doctors are hard.
I was crying from relief, not fear.
Susanna, a pseudonym, describes a first panic attack at 28 and the relief of a doctor explaining it as anxiety and offering help, including therapy and medication.