Yeah, I remember self-exorcism. I tried it a couple of times. I wish I was alone in my upbringing, but I’m not. Lots of us exist. And what’s even scarier is that it’s not all from “fundamentalist parents.” At my house, we said grace, and religion was always present as a subtext, but my parents didn’t forcibly beat religion into me at home. The youth ministers, the preachers, the prayer group leaders… those were the ones who indoctrinated me. My mother sent me to Sunday School at the churches we attended, so for all practical purposes, she endorsed what I was being taught. When I decided that I needed to send demons away from or out of me, I was mortified of telling anyone that I thought I was possessed. Because then I’d have to confess the sins of my own mind, and that wouldn’t do. Because those thoughts were evil, so evil they couldn’t even be spoken without horrible embarrassment.
Indoctrination. It’s bad, folks.