TheAuldGrump
First Post
It is, perhaps, almost worse when the beliefs aren't 'off the wall', but rather 'off the rack' - when belief does not truly enter the picture, but is instead a parroting in an effort to fit in. (I have not encountered this in regards to D&D in particular - more often it has been evolution.)My stories were not even good Mary Sue's. My character in the stories didn't have delicate ankles that twist at just the right moment and all the male characters were not in love with her. Though she was a top notch pilot, engineer and handy with a phaser.
Personally I think a lot of what some of these people believe to be off the wall. Sometimes it seems they see satanism in everything. And you usually can't change their mind.
But that doesn't change the fact that if you have certain religious beliefs you are going to try your hardest to raise your child in them because you believe that it is the right way. And when you believe in an immortal soul and damnation for all eternity you want to make sure that your child does nothing to endanger that.
I was raised Catholic and I was brought up with the entire concept of mortal sin and purgatory. It was a sin to eat meat on Friday or go to mass without your head covered. I was taught that doing those things would endanger my soul. I once had a hot dog on Friday and my mother panicked and dragged me to confession because she was afraid if I died before atonement I would be heading to hell. She really believed this. So parents who really believe DND endangers their child's soul are going to be against it.
If this mother truly believed the whole satanic BS then as a parent she did the right thing to protect her child.
I feel sorry for the kid and I am glad his friend rescued his books and he will be 18 soon so hopefully he can be on his won and not have to deal with this.
I was also raised Roman Catholic, and went to parochial school - that was how I got involved in wargaming and then D&D. One of the players was the priest who taught Comparative Religion.
I bumped into him twenty years later, he remembers the games I ran in a much kinder light than I do. (As a young priest he had a beard and a full head of hair, when I met him again both were gone. He recognized me, I didn't recognize him - the scary thing is that he knew me in my early teens... had I changed that little?)
My family was a different kind of crazy, but religion was not the basis for our madness. I am glad that you have survived your mum's insanity with your own sanity more or less intact. (Hey, being a little bit crazy is what keeps me sane....)
The Auld Grump