Derek Bloch reflects on what having Scientology parents can mean for kids in the church - 2018-07-12
Several days ago, someone sent us some photographs from a wedding and asked us to forward them to a regular figure here at the Underground Bunker, a young man named Derek Bloch. We sent those images to Derek, and they hit him hard. We suggested that he deal with that emotion by writing something, and that's just what he did. So fasten your seat belts.
I often think back fondly to the days before Scientology, or at least what I can remember from those days. My parents joined when I was just a few years old. I was originally raised Catholic. I think I made it to my First Communion. My parents were very strict when I was a kid. My sister and I would talk to each other after bedtime, for example. My parents didn't like that, even when we were whispering. I never understood why it bothered them so much and even as an adult I still can't fathom hitting children because they are talking to each other. But that was my parents' response — my dad with the belt and my mom with the wooden spoon (or hanger). One time, I remember that my mom was hitting my ass through the blankets when I was laying in bed. It didn't hurt me at all, but she took that as a challenge.
So, she made me pull the covers off and she hit me so hard it broke the spoon. When they took me to stay with my aunts or grandparents, it was always a reprieve from the constant fear of crossing my parents when I was home.