Wow, that's a big question. They had a feild day with me for a long time. I guess when I was young teen aside from the things most people miss, they made me go out on service when I was about 13 and told me to take the other kids to show them how to do it. They didn't train me and I didn't like doing it either. That was when I knew I first hated that activity and would never do it again, and I didn't. You could have got me to do anything in those days if you were nice to me.I was already enrolled in the theocratic ministry school from about the age of ten and was already winning public speaking in my school every consecutive year since gr. 1. I don't know if they knew this, but I feel like they personallly wanted to bust my balls and make me conform to a subserviant mentality. I always aced my talks but the PO hated me and always gave me w's. He never advanced anyone in my family beyond a #5 tlk for more than 20 years.
Whe he first came to our hall I remember that he had a reputation that preceded him. He was a very harsh man with his family as well. He set the tone for the cong. This man sanctioned my life into non existance. No concerts, No gr. 12 graduatuon party and no dates.
Whe it came to my disfellowshipping it was a total kangaroo court and they refused to tell me who my accusers were. It was my dad who dragged me to face them. I was actually in the middle of a diappearing act. I had no intentions of taking there abuse at all with all of the shunnning and humiliation from the rest of my freinds.
In years to come as a result, they cut me out of my two older brothers weddings over a ten year period. I have missed many weddings and funerals and family occasions because of that. I became a terrrible black sheep.I became rebellious and lost. It took me down a whole different path in life. There was always gossip behing my back.
I tried going back at one point, after a few years, and they say me at the back of the hall, and even wouldn't let the younger kids near me. They humiliated me and my family. They wouldn't let me go anywhere. It felt to me like house arrest and after 8 months of putting my life on hold. I left and swore I would never go back no matter what. I was on a much deeper level still a beleiver in many ways.
The most amazing thing happened. Both the PO and his wife died within two days of each other. My brother went to visit them in the the hospice. She was the second one to go. She was talking with my brother about me and confessed on her deathbed that her husband was a dead from the neck down as she put it and did not want me ever to smile. It blew us all away. My father went to see him and was holding his hand. I found that very telling!