My family is multiple generation Mormons on both sides. I have an ancestor mentioned in the D&C (woohoo) and am somehow related to Hugh Nibley via that ancestor.

I spent my childhood in southern Idaho. We moved to Happy Valley when I was 14. I went to Ricks and then BYU (and mostly enjoyed it). I was most definitely a TBM.

After I left BYU, I started admitting to myself that I am a lot (A LOT) more attracted to women than to men. Me being female, that was a bit of a problem, ifyouknowwhatImean.  It took me a couple of years to really come out all the way, but when I finally acted on it, I felt very clearly that this is what god made me and what he wanted for me. For the first time in my life, I felt right.

I quit going to church not so much because I'd stopped believing but because I didn't fit. Feeling right as a lesbian called into doubt other church teachings, but it took awhile to really let go of most of them. 

When I stopped going to church, I also stopped paying attention to the church. So, rather than my faith going away because of study and learning, it just sort of eroded out of neglect and disinterest. The teensy little bubble of belief that was left burst when I connected with a friend from school who'd gone ex-mo. He told me about the September Six and pointed me to some sites to check out. When I got done with my marathon of reading, I realized just how fraudulant the whole church is (despite good-hearted TBMs).

My next thought was the realization that I no longer believed that any gods exist at all.  Voila! Born-again atheist.

My whole family knows I'm a lesbian, but only two nieces and my lesbian aunt know I'm an atheist. I figure you folks would understand.