My apologies for not quoting the specific question you asked in the first post. I feel that attempting an overview of how my worldview was formed would be more informative.
Looking back, I can't be sure I ever completely believed in god. I know that I knew I was supposed to, and I'm very good at making excuses, so I might have glazed over my doubts as they occurred, or told myself that I believed because I was too scared of what would happen if I stopped.
I was raised in the Church of Christ (which I thought was the reason for the word "Christian" until my late teens) by parents who were both adamant believers, but lazy practitioners (we didn't make it to church every week). I was taught that god was the creator, and that if I didn't believe, I would go to hell. Everything else I had to find out on my own. I vaguely remember attending a children's Sunday school class occasionally that was taught by an older lady who was very boring and did very little bible study, but instead had us color in christian coloring books for an hour. I didn't like that much, as I was a child with a very active mind. I also remember wanting to be baptized simply to drink the little cups of grape juice that were passed around to the other people and my parents, just so I could feel important.
One Sunday, on the car ride back home, I asked my dad how we knew god existed. He was quiet for a second, and then said, "Boy, don't you ever question that. We just know. If you don't believe, you'll go to hell." And that was that. He didn't answer my question, but he did scare me away from it for the time being.
I don't ever really remember identifying with anything that happened at the church. I only remember feeling obligated to participate in anything religious because "that's what you're supposed to do." I also remember hearing that a girl at the very small high school I attended (I graduated with a whopping 12 people in my senior class) was an atheist, and feeling afraid for her... not so much afraid that she would go to hell, just that she would get into trouble if any adults or her parents found out.
I've noticed you look for a trauma that leads to cases of unbelief, and while many here don't have that, I think I might have something that fits that description. In 2003, my parents divorced after 21 years of marriage. It didn't affect me much at first, but at some point in my mother's gathering of her things, I remember breaking down and crying and begging her not to leave my dad. So that could be viewed as a trauma, I suppose. At any rate, it jumpstarted my adult life, as I no longer returned home every weekend, and I no longer had that "safety net" to rely on, nor two parents interested in my life to let down. It was a strange freedom in that way, but I feel it was something I needed, as my parents were very protective and sheltering. Having them both focus on their own lives gave me the room to grow into my own person.
So when I say the trauma may fit into your definition, I want to be clear that it wasn't anything like me blaming god for my parent's divorce, or reasoning that a loving god would not allow that to happen, it was just what I would have done naturally had I not been coerced into believing and behaving otherwise.
With my parents' authority no longer molding me, I felt more free to make up my own mind about things. I essentially went through a more severe teenage rebellion for about the next two years. While I would make sure to keep my grades up in college, I would still drink heavily, I expiremented with every drug I could get my hands on, and I changed the way I dressed to suit my own tastes, rather than to keep within their standards. I also resumed my questioning of my beliefs.
I remember I was in a speech class in college one day, and someone was giving a poorly communicated speech that had something to do with a friend of hers having Lupus. At one point, she mentioned the doctors were doing everything they could to "make her as comfortable as possible". I thought, why would they bother to make her comfortable? She'll be dead soon and won't feel anything. That idea stayed with me all day, and when I got home, I buried my face in a pillow and tried to imagine nothingness. I could only come up with either solid black or solid white, but still there was that. I couldn't imagine "infinite clear" nor myself not existing. After that, it all kinda made sense to me. We created god and heaven and the soul to compensate for our inability to imagine our own non existence. This way, we survive in some fashion indefinitely and all of our questions are conveniently answered by saying that our creator did it.
The only time I've looked back was about 2 years ago. I was very vulnerable, as the girl who I thought was the one rejected me. No matter what I did, it wasn't good enough to get her back. I couldn't take it anymore, and finally said, "Ok, God. If you're real, then help me through this." I knelt at the foot of my bed, prayed for god to help me, and I suddenly felt better. I made the mistake of equating this with god, when what had really made me feel better was me washing my hands of my bad situation, and feeling like I had put it somewhere else. I hadn't, really, but I felt like I had. That made all the difference, and though I felt better, I unfortunately started my own quest to find god. It didn't last very long, thankfully, but I did make an appointment to speak with a pastor, devoured books on religion, and re-read some of the bible. I think the latter was what put me back on track. No, the pastor's answers to my questions weren't adequate, but he was only human. The books appealed to me as long as I read them from the standpoint of absolute faith. But the bible, with all of its contradictions and unsubstantiated claims, snapped me back to where I was. I felt better about my girl-situation, and I felt more sure than ever that I was right to start questioning in the first place.
Here I am, two years later, and having found a community like this one to discuss everything under scrutiny is the best thing that could have happened for me.
I paused a bit to reread some of my older writings so that I could effectively recount the opinions of my younger selves, so I apologize for any incontinence, and I hope this helps you, joer, to better understand the atheist position in some small fashion. I'll keep tabs on this thread and answer any further questions you might have. Apologies for the length and wordiness... I'm definitely a rambler.
