by flipper 47 Replies latest jw friends
I actually was a young adult when I joined the JW.
That is worst time to be in that religion, People make some important decisions in their 20's and well just like everyone else if I could do it again, I probably would not have missed some good opportunities.
I am forward looking and hope to not miss any more opportunities to better myself.
YC
Minimus, Funny stuff! And a horse that has blinders on, still enjoys the grass shoved in it's mouth too! LOL,Peace, Mr. Flipper
Either you are a good little dud or you are rebelous.
Or you were invisible...
I learned 2 lie.... to my worldly friends... about what I got for xmas about what I was doing on Tuesday & Thursday nights to my parents about how many hours I put in service about how I couldn't go to certain houses....as the kids were mean about what really happened when the witness kids got together but, most of all, I NEVER LIED TO MYSELF. I knew I was unhappy as a witness, and would get out once I got older. Skeeter
A freak and resentful that I didn't have a choice and missed out on many things non-jws have. I missed out on what could have should have been a good relationship with my grandmother and grandfather and aunts and uncles. I missed out on the larger part of my family. Oh, don't even get me started!
Mrs. Jones- Mr. Flipper here. I tried to be a good little dub as a teenager, being an elders son and all, but it was hard, still had to sneak off with my teenage girlfriend sometimes and work rural territory out in the country. I always volunteered for it. Bad boy! Skeeter1- It's good you never lied to yourself. It feels a lot better being true to yourself and beliefs, not just being a witness to please someone. White Dove- I feel for you. I too had family in who were non witnesses I would have liked to have known better. Now most of them are dead. But I try to be with the family that wants to be with me. Peace to you my friend, Mr. Flipper
The shits, full of nervous apprehension, full of unworthy guilt, and full of hatred for everything not JW, you could say I was well programed !
ok.. my turn... I am back in town and have some free time.
I was born in, or rather, my mother joined up after she was married and pregnant. My earliest memories were climbing around on a hard wooden folding chair... at a meeting I assume.
Mom raised us saying that our father chose to drink rather than being a father. We never saw him after I was 4, my sister a year younger. Fast forward 13 years when I accidently ran into him. He said he was told to convert to JW or get out. He said she could be one, but he wasnt interested. She made him leave. Lying bitch.
She would be in the JWs one year and not the next. We had xmas and birthdays one year and not the next. I thin the longest without the JWs in our lives was about 4 years in the mid 60's, when she was living with an IBM programmer dude. He was cool, treated us great, and had an income so we could actually do things like vacations, good xmases, etc. We came home one day to him carrying bags to his car.... you guessed it, she told him to be a JW or get out. He left. I looked him up as an adult and he told me all of it. Poor dude, he picked the wrong chick.
After tossing him out, she was having this JW dude there weekly, or more. He was eating there, watching tv there, we didnt much care, we were always busy. Then I caught them dry humping on the couch. Next thing I know, they got married and it was on.... we were to become the consumut JW family.
Mom was always a good one for hitting... do something bad and you get hit with the nearest thing she could reach. Mark Henry, the new JW husband, was different. He liked the leather belt.... and wouldnt stop until he got a sign that you were hurting. Being an ass, I wouldnt cry or yell, and he kept swinging, like a personal challenge to win over my hard headedness. He did this to both my sister and me. I wanted to kill him, really. I constantly dreamed up ideas of how I could do it without hurting my sis.
I was knocked unconsious once by him, punched to the head. I had shirts ripped off my back. Pushed against the Kingdom Hall backroom, him slamming my head against the cinderblock wall. He was an elder this whole time, in Drexel Hill, PA.
I had enuff, and decided that in 2 years or so, Armageddon was coming and I was dying. Soooooo...... might as well have fun before getting wipedout. We were on vacation in West Virginia, same time as a big assembly of course.... and the last nite there, I left the house we rented and never went back. I was 15 or 16...1972. I hitchhiked west, even getting picked up by a couple in a car, telling me I should consider coming with them to the JW assembly they were headed to!!! I got out the next exit.
Once settled on my own, I had an appartment, job, motorcycle, and lots of hoodlems for friends. I ended up in prison at 16, for 6 months. I grew up really fast.
All thru school, we were not allowed to do sports other than gym class. I was about 6 foot tall at 15 yrs old... football and basketball coaches asked me to sign up all the time. I couldnt even go watch the games at school, because of "bad associations". Damned idiots.
I ended up living near my sis, mom, and her elder husband by the time I was 18 or 19. Mom tried to get me to go to the hall, I told her I was too busy with my life to be bothered. She showed up once and there I was smoking. Without a word, she left.... a few weeks later, I get a letter saying I was DF'd. That week, we all had a huge keg party and burned the letter in celebration... I was finally free, since no one can now bother me.
I learned to lie, cheat, steal, and more skills in the JWs, which helped me survive on the streets as a runaway. I stole from the Drexel Hill Kingdom Hall, hundreds of dollars. I stole from a wedding we had at our house, mucho money. If anyone was a JW, they were my/our target... anywhere, anytime.
This is long enuff, you will have to wait for the book :) ... Needless to say, I am not that same rebellious kid. I have my own kids now and a grandkid. They have grown up normal... sports, plays, xmas, birthdays, and the wife took them to church. They are healthy good kids that I dont worry about making a life once I am gone.
One thing... you cannot dwell on your past. You had a bad childhood, you must get past it if you ever want to grow. You cannot blame current conditions on your childhood, other than the fact that your mental and emotional growth was stunted. Move on, ignore those that threaten to ignore you, and live! My mother still doesnt speak to me, doesnt know my kids, and never met her grandkid. I told her I refuse to speak to her while she is a JW, since she shuns me anyhow. Turnabout is fair play, in my mind.
I hope you enjoyed.
Animal
I felt like the world was a tuxedo, and I was a pair of brown shoes.
JK
"Without a word, she left.... a few weeks later, I get a letter saying I was DF'd. That week, we all had a huge keg party and burned the letter in celebration... I was finally free, since no one can now bother me."
You really struck a chord with me there. Sounds like some of my reactions to the sh...., uh, garbage dished out by my Holy J-dub mother and the elders.
