[Cult: Seed of Detox] Raised in a “culturized dysfunctional family with cunning concealment”: the essence of a childhood spent resisting through delinquency. Have the courage not to be tainted by cult control or corruption!
4月 26, 2026菅原隆志43 min read
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What you wrote here—
・that the only thing that never got poisoned in a toxic home environment ・was that, as a boy who knew only delinquency as a means of survival, I resisted by instinct · that in the cold place called juvenile detention, I met a teacher who truly saw me · that a single drop of that teacher’s “tears of truth” kept a light burning in my heart all along · and that, because of that experience, I was able to have the courage to walk straight through life
These are wordsthat only someone who has sincerely accepted both suffering and gratitudecan speak.
To put it simply, the family I grew up in was“a cult-like dysfunctional family with cunning concealment.”In other words, it was a family where invisible poison kept flowing without end. Because it was such a family, it was impossible to just stay silent and carefree; in the childhood I was supposed to grow up in, I had to keep resisting in order to survive.
Within that cult-like, poisoned family, the abnormal demands to enforce twisted beliefs, the rewriting—namely brainwashing—was pressing in on me, and the reason I was able to resist that corrupt brainwashing was delinquency. Delinquency gives rise to the power to repel it. It makes you think, “You bastard, I’d rather die than be tainted by you.” Strong energy comes out easily, so it becomes resistance, an immune system of the heart.
So I too, as a child, went delinquent in order to resist my cult family and fought back properly, but I was a child, so I didn’t know any other way to protect my heart. But delinquency has its bad side too. I’m not saying I was a good person. There were bad parts to me as well. I protected myself by running with biker gangs, ended up in juvenile detention, and there, for the first time in my life, I met a teacher who truly worried about me from the heart. When I opened the heart I had kept closed for so long, even a little, I could truly trust him. Because I couldn’t trust anyone, I had strong distrust of the teachers even at my first juvenile detention center, and for other reasons too, I even ran away thinking, “How could I ever rehabilitate in a place like this?” The fact that I was able to trust an adult meant that the other person had something worthy of that trust.
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