Terry, your topic here speaks to exactly the "blinding burst of emotion" that I posted about yesterday, and so perhaps this thread would be a better place to offer my introspection.
First of all, the "I died inside 30 years ago" was exactly because of the indoctrination to which you referred: I had absolutely no "emotional firewalls," and so my experiences at Bethel left me utterly devastated and emotionally bankrupt. However, I was able to 'hold on' for a bit longer, because I was so convinced that the WTS was right about 1975, and then everything would be all right. However, even then, and increasingly afterwards, I was more and more "forcing myself" to feel what I had once been...that deliriously happy and focused and satisfied youngster. Oh, sure, there were moments, many moments, in my life when I did feel that way again, but that was due to circumstances, not due to an internal dynamic.
But I've come to realize that a big part of all this, perhaps even the biggest part, is that I was never "given" those emotional tools to begin with--not insofar as that the WTS denied them to me, but because my parents (especially my father), were unable to give to me what they themselves did not have. They've told me that themselves, and apologized...though my response, and my feeling now is, that they can't be blamed for not giving me something that they didn't have in themselves. Nevertheless, the combination of being raised a JW and being raised by "defective" parents combined to make me what I am today: severely emotionally deficient (if you take my meaning).
As one consequence, when I do reach out to trust someone, I by nature trust without question and without reservation...thereby laying myself wide open for disappointment. And, ya know, I've come to think that that's just the way it's going to be for me until I die...not necessarily all bad, but certainly a set-up for more painful experiences.
Anyway, I've ranted on long enough.
Thanks for this thread; it had given me pause for thought.
Craig