What do I know about Scientology?
Too much.
I discovered Scientology in 1988, when I was desperately searching for something.
I didn’t know what that something was, but I knew what it wasn’t: It wasn’t the bad marriage I’d left three years earlier. It wasn’t the affair I was having with an older, married man. It wasn’t the drinking and drugs which were becoming my go-to coping mechanism.
Educated but still fairly naive about life at 27, I discovered what I thought was a dream: A solution to all my problems, and more importantly, a solution to the problems of life.
That dream became my nightmare, one that I lived for nearly 20 years, from the viewpoint of the highest echelon of International Scientology Management.
I experienced it all: The physical, mental, and emotional abuse. It was a long road, but I finally came to my senses and escaped in the middle of the night on August 3, 2007.
This blog will take you into my Scientology story: Why I got in, what I experienced, why and how I got out.
It will also show you what happens when your entire belief system is shattered and you have to start all over again at 47 years old with no home, no money, no job, no friends, and no work experience outside of a cult.
Above all, this blog is about hope. About never giving up. About reaching for your dreams again.
It’s been quite a journey, this trip to hell and back. It’s not easy to relive, much less write about. But if just one person reading this is helped, it will have been worth it.
My Scientology Story 