Leslile and Mary thanks for you kind words and also your story. I am so glad that you feel as I do.
Maybe if my family had shown my son some kind of love and care he may have stayed with the witnesses , but I am happy he saw through that.
I recollect one spring my parents took sisters children to a sugaring off party, that is where you go to the maple bush and see how sap is turned into syrup, they have log cabins for dancing and pancake meals and its alot of fun as I myself have been to many of these sugaring off parties in Quebec,
Anyway I found out after the fact that everyone in my sisters family my aunt who is not a witness and my parents favourite grandkids when to that spring event. Can you imagine my disdain for my family for having not included my sweet son. I never told him about that as it would have hurt him deeply. Had i the chuzpah to say something to my family about this, maybe things would have been better, Maybe I am just dreaming.
You are right Mary, so many of the witnesses are basket cases. I shouldn't really use that term but mentaly and emotionally destroyed. My entire family condemned me for having to take medication for depression and anti seizure meds. My mother and father said I was opening my mind to allow the devil to get inside of my mind. They were forever shunning me even before I left and the disfellowshipped from the org.
Those tables all turned when my mother was told by her doctors she had compulsive obsessive condition and required medication. But hey that would be an appoarch to the demons . Now that was a real paradox if I ever knew of one. Oh heaven what was she going to do?? Her doctor started her out with Zoloft and paxill. I never said a t hing to her but my blood boiled when it was okay for her to take these so called mind altering drugs meds. How sad.. Then it was my sisters turn she was suffering from sxtreme depression and anxiety attacks, but she was in denial as her doctor told her that her blood pressure was way up, she was forever screaming at her beautiful boys and hurting them so the doctor told her she needed to be on paxill. During one of so called moments of insanity she threw her sone down a flight of stairs in her home and I am talking about 14 steps. She has a volitile anger problem. I even told my doctor of this incident and I told him I wanted to report her to the Childrens Aid Society, but she would have known that I reported her that is why I told my doctor in hopes he would report her. He knew my sister and my mother because he had tended to them on occasions when they were angry with their own doctor. I was so mad and didn't know what to do. I told my mom and all she said is we are going to have to make certain that her boys would be okay. That is why I spent most of my time a their home as I was so worried about the kids.
When she started gainning weight God forbid, as she said to me one day,,"Terry I never want to be as fat as you are." I don't want to take those medication either". Apparently you gain weight when you take paxill, so she was told.
She expressed her dismay to the doctor who then put her on Zoloft. She too must have put her head down in shame as she accused me of having made an approach to the demons by all the medicaations I was taking. I could have been a mean bitch and said something back to them all, but what would the purpose be, it would appear that I went down to their level of accusation. Sometimes as they say, "silence is golden and speaking is silver." This I think was one of those times.
Children are so percious and I love them deeply, I recollect after having lost my 4mth old fetus, I had a ruptured ectopic pregnacy and was assured that I could never have a child so you can't imagine the joy and happiness I felt when just three years later I was pregnant. Even with all that joy in my heart my stupid ex husband said to me, "Well I am not going to get excited about in case you lose this baby too. He literally shattered my dream of becoming a mom, and it almost happened that my son after he was born in 1978 was struck with strep B meningitis which at that time no cure or vaccine was available, but because the Montreals Royal Victoria Hospital was part of McGill University, and that very year had developed a new vaccine for strep B strain and yet hadn't been used on an infant yet and so the director of the hospital and the doctors which were many came to tell me how very critical my infant was in only after been born several hours earlier. They told me of this non tested vaccine and wanted to know if I would like to have my son recieve this . He was the first infant ever to recieve it and it was a total success only the residual damage to Richard was Epilipsy(they told me that all kinds of terrible problems could result from taking the vaccine but I didn't care) I just wanted my baby to be alive even if he had gotten mental illness, blindness, heart conditons, epilipsy and a host of other problems, but I knew in my heart that he was flesh of my flesh and was willing to take him any way at any cost. He is a wonderful son aged 28 and many of you know how I feel about my son.
Well this is a long response, sorry about that, but I just need to share a part of my story with the ones I love here in JWD.
love Orangefatcat
