I forgot, that I was a great artist at school, always praised with 'Outstanding' marks in High School.
I wanted to do Art at Senior school but my parents wouldn't let me, and forced me to take Needlework, as I would need to be able to sew after Armageddon to make clothes for all those resurrected ones!
My Art teacher took me aside and asked why the hell I was taking Needlework and not Art, and I simply explained that my parents wouldn't let me. He nearly had a hissy fit. But I remember the last thing he ever told me and I still appreciate it now: 'What if Picasso had done Needlework instead of Art? What would we have done without him?!' It still gives me a sense of appreciation now.
But three of my kids are brilliant artists. One even got a place at Uni in Art school but we were to poor to pay up and she did other things instead, but I've promised her as our finances have improved recently that if any of them ever want to go to Uni we will pay. She was a brilliant mathematician as well as are the other two artists.
These kids have had hopes for their future put in front of them now instead of taken away. There's a sparkle and excitement in their eyes. There's not many JW kids that I've met who have that sparkle and zing for the future.
Ordinary parents have the chance to give their children the gift of hopes and dreams, even if they have to struggle to make those hopes and dreams come true. But JW parents even have the opportunity of giving dreams to their children taken away from them. Instead they offer a fear inspiring future of death and destruction to come, and everlasting life under and evil, megalomanial, psycopathic God. That also is abuse.