I was raised on the idea that suicide is a cowardly option, but that it exists, and it's God's test to weed out the weaklings.
My parents weren't vocally biblical, they were all weird about religion in general.
At the age of seven I was kidnapped into Israel by my parents, where I discovered two ideas that helped punt me into the pro choice side like an American football.
The first was judaism. Discovering Israel's disgusting Judaism-first-fuck-everything approach towards life was odd. I tried to fit in for about a week, even bought the kippa, but it was too much. That's roughly how I discovered that one does not need to be a man of God to be a man.
Ok, that makes it sound like I procrastinated my way into atheism, I swear it was a more respectful affair.
I also discovered fucking religious pedophiles. Having your dick mutilated and then sucked without anesthesia in the name of God is a lot to take in for a crisp young seven year old boy!
I'm not saying all Jews are religious pedophiles.
Religious genital mutilation is a fucked up practice.
Some fifteen odd years later I read that circumcisions help fending dick cancer off so now I'm trying to rewire myself to thank that son of a whore for saving me on dick bills... But I still wish he was alive of only so that I could strangle him with my own two hands...
I don't want to sound like I'm trying to start a pissing contest. It's just scarring. My therapist says that the more I casually drop the circumcision story in, the easier it'll be to let go.
Not too many people can honestly say they broke a rabbi's, or imam's, or a priest's nose at the age of seven, can they? Made that fucker bleed for a good day!