Saturday, 15 November 2008
Atheism and Disability
I was 13 when I decided that there was enough evidence for me to not believe in gods and the supernatural. Emotionally it's saved my life, with no one to blame for my bad luck, genetics and life choices (that's my taste in music, not my taste in woman, that goes under genetics!) means that I get to enjoy my life and accept me for the awesome chica that I am! It means that when faced with the long term illnesses I have I can acknowledge them and then fight it all the way. It means that my sexuality is not a thing that I should hate myself for. So loving myself and improving on my life is what I am all about. With a religion and gods in my life I'd hate myself (and did when I believed in the christian god) and would have to accept my life, as that would be his plan.
There would be no way I could accept some sort of Divine plan that I am disabled for my own good! It sucks, how could a god give me all the good things in my life then give me all the shit things that go along with it? And logically the possibility of gods is highly improbable (as you know you can't prove a negative, just as you can't prove the invisible pink unicorn doesn't exist [as symbolised above]!)
I am happy, atheist and chronically Claire.