My parents were convinced that my imaginary friend Steven was nothing less than demonic possession laid bare. So I ended up going through two separate surprise “exorcisms” to cast him out. It didn’t actually make him go; but it made me wary of confiding in my parents at 7 years old, let me know that my parents thought I had the devil inside me, gave me a misotheistic outlook on the very concept of a deity, and traumatized me for a long time.
And after not too long, he moved and I never saw him again. He said he didn’t like my family (I couldn’t blame him) and he also wanted to live in “the big city”. I hope he had a great life, weird as that sounds.
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