The Liberty Connection

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Rasmussen, Christina

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My Story

My story started 45 years ago in Brisbane where I was born into a cult my family has been in since the beginning of last century. A fundamentalist Christian cult with no name which pervades every part of the world from major metropolis to tiny isolated outback towns to illegally operating in communist nations. This unnamed cult owns no property, has no printed or published documents, has an unpaid ministry yet operates on millions of dollars of donated cash from its mostly upper-middle-class congregation.

Absolutely every part of your life is controlled including what you believe, what you say, what you do, how you dress, who you marry, what your home is like, what you do for a job. This includes no TV, no radio, no movies, no sport, no modern music, no jewellery, no make-up, no haircuts, only wearing modest dresses or skirts - the list of restrictions is endless. As a highly intelligent woman who graduated in the top 1% of the entire state, the expectation was that I was to be a wife and mother and further education was a waste. Women learn from birth how to cook, clean, raise children and sew.

Most sinister is that there is a culture of secrecy and lies where family violence, paedophilia and abuse have the perfect environment to flourish. If victims are ever brave enough to report abuse to an elder or minister, it is shut down, covered over and the perpetrators are allowed continued access to their victims. Members are so indoctrinated that police or other responsible members of society such as doctors or teachers are considered evil.

My story is a story of survival. Of living through family violence for 20 years and still being alive at 45 to tell the tale. I am one of the lucky ones.

At 43, I decided to escape the cult. There are no words to describe how difficult that decision was. Because in doing so, you break every bond you have with your family and friends and you start life again completely as an orphan. You have to learn how to survive in a world that you have been told is completely evil. You have to learn how to think for yourself, how to express emotions, how to dress and how to make friends. Once, everything in your life was controlled, now you are solely responsible for your own pathway.

That path led me and my Border Collie, Tilly, to Gladstone* in November 2018. We love it in this town. There is so much to explore and so many activities that help us feel connected to our community. I work with an incredible team at one of the high schools in town and volunteer on the ‘Under The Trees' music and arts festival committee.

Most evenings, we sit down at Spinnaker Park and watch the endless parade of boats in and out the harbour. In summer, we are stand up paddle boarding or swimming at Pikes Crossing or Canoe Point. Weekends are spent at live music venues in town or camping. Gladstone has allowed me to heal more from the wounds of sustained trauma and given me an incredible sense of freedom and peace.

By Christina "Charlie" Rasmussen (Campbell)

October, 2019