My husband was brain dead and his super catholic family kept him in a bed at the hospital;until his heart stopped... even after they dragged me up there and i puked all over his room...do you get it now?

Before I officially transitioned from Christian to Agnostic I worked at a "Non-Denominational" Christian University. The bulk of the staff there was very conservative but there were exceptions. One day, after admitting to supporting liberal politics I was told by a co-worker that no one can be both liberal and Christian, that they were mutually exclusive and all true Christians were conservative/Republican. (Oddly enough it wasn't long before I ceased to be a Christian, but I don't believe my particular story validates her belief.)

Oh lawdy! I made the mistake to confiding in a hellfire brimstone preacher. Much to my horror, I was the subject of his next sermon. I was much younger and much more vulnerable then and I had to undergo therapy to undo all the crap they caused. One therapists asked me a question that immediately broke the spell: she asked, "Are these people whom you would go to for an other kind of advice?" I started laughing and said NO! That was it, they never bothered me again. Science and critical thinking have a tendency to squash the religious nonsense.

I supported my now ex wife as she was a catholic and we all have the right to believe or not.
She fell in love with her priest.
I divorced her,he is now an ex priest.
I don't trust them to abide by their bible at all.

Probably on atheist internet sites that fanatical hateful religious individuals visit and make hurtful statements

ProLife and Antigay organizations engaging in a 7 year hatecrime.

I moved to the bible belt as a sophomore in high school; the kids were very unwelcoming to someone that didn't want to pray before lunch.

I was around seven years old, I was at a Pentecostal church, and all of these people were doing the speaking in tongues thing and having seizures and sh*t, I was curious and went down to join them. They just started pushing me around and telling me not to fight it. I pretended like it was happening so the very uncomfortable situation would stop. I remember laying there thinking, "this is fake". I'll never forget that.

This is an interesting question with many possible answers: My own unpleasant first experience was when a crazy theist really got mad at me for not buying his "Jesus is god!" assertion. He spent a great deal of time Yelling "But what about the flowers?" inches from my face. All I could do was smile and I laugh at him as he was not at all rational and receptive to any argument. The other experience significantly more sad that comes to mind is when I demolished the foundation of a theists' belief structure. I became annoyed at this guy for cornering me at the YMCA locker room while I was trying to get ready for the shower with his exuberant "Did you know Jesus is the truth and there can only be one truth and that truth is Jesus because there can only be one truth!" I decided I did not like this so I spent a great deal of time demonstrating his assertion was baseless. and carefully disassembling his argument. At first it was fun - watching his red happy face fade to a stone grey sullen expression. But I really hurt him for several month after whenever he would see me at the "Y" he would, at varying levels, assume a defensive crouched position and make the sound of a dog that had been beaten. I really do feel sorry for the guy as he was a nice person that (I found this out later) had suffered a stroke, lost his wife, house, and good paying job. Haven't seen him in years as he no longer goes to the YMCA.

A few of the nuns and teachers at my elementary parochial school. We weren't beaten, but they were awfully strict and belittling and didn't make life any easier on kids who already had a difficult time fitting in.

Inability to speak honestly. Fear of ostricization from cultish family.

My mother, a southern baptist christian, stealing and destroying my hard back copy of god is not Great when I was 46 years old. And pretty much disowned me over my choice not to believe in dogmatic false belief systems.

Having to listen to their hatred and violent outburst and not being able to do something about it

That would be when my sister,( the religious nut who has been married four times), went to my husband's hospital bed and began preaching. She then came to me and asked about final arrangements. I said at this point, Ken was sick but not dead! She then proceeded to talk about god and the hereafter. I threw her out and haven't spoken to her since. After my husband died, she called to say she was "there for me". I figured that meant she wanted a door opened so she could just start preaching again. I've lived as an atheist for a long time and do not intend to switch sides in the hope that something else will carry me through.

By the way, don't ever ask a nun about the Virgin Mary and artificial insemination. That really pisses them off. That happened in high school the year my mother forced me to go. Had to see the Mother Superior and the priest in charge of the boys was even bought in. Didn't go back to that school again.

When they voted together as a group to elect a totally unqualified candidate for president. It may be the undoing of the country in the end.

Oh boy, that is so easy, going to a Spiritual event in Spokane, we were accosted by some religious fanatics, telling all the people attending they were evil and all going tobe burning forever in Hell, I merely quoted their very own Bible to them all the passages that got ME kicked out of Parochial college, NO answers to what I asked them, filthy so and so's them fantaics of ANY kind

Most of the experiences I've had with religious people have been just fine. And that goes for all religions. The ones who grate on my nerves are the fanatics. And to be perfectly honest, most of those idiots can be found in christianity and islam. The sand religions. Never had a problem with people who practice asiatic based religious belief systems.

Molestation by a religious teacher when I was 9 or ten.

A trip to Nauvoo, Illinois. In 1839 Mormons bought the small town of Commerce and it was renamed Nauvoo by Joseph Smith, who led the Latter Day Saints to Nauvoo to escape violence and conflict with the state government in Missouri.

It was like something from "Stepford Wives" or "Invasion of the Body Snatchers." Very creepy people wearing period clothes and giving tours of the restored settlement.

My first son was stillborn at 33 weeks. Literally everything said to me was that he was waiting for me in heaven, and god had bigger plans for him, and people would pray for me, and just on and on. He's dead. I have his ashes. Thats all there is to it.

Being bored to tears.

I did not. Raised them as atheists.

When I was told the difference between god & the devil was that god could read my mind & the devil could not.

I was fourteen or fifteen. One of those "emo" cutter kids who had scars running up and down my arm. I started going to and afterschool youth group held by a local Evangelical church at my school and enjoyed what they were teaching... Until one day they sat us in front of a video and halfway through the video it said that I was going to hell for cutting. That was when I realized that everything my parents (who are Asatru) taught me about the Abrahamic religions was right. I continued to go, but my mind was racing and eventually I left and never looked back.