Definitely. I remember very clearly my last meeting... I walked out sick as a dog. It started with a wave of anger at the lies being told from the 'platform', quickly followed by a great sadness as I looked around me at the people who had been part of every important event of my life until my 33rd birth day, all sitting there like zombies eating up the putrecent lies like it was from god's own hand, then intense sickness. I stopped on my way to the door to duck into the bathroom and puke.
Never went back... Have you ever gone by the isolation ward of a hospital and looked into the glass rooms where a person lay dying of some horrid, very contagious disease? That is the feeling I had when looking at the people sitting in the hall. It's like they are laying in that hospital bed dying, their children being infected along with them, their futures and dreams killed, heavily medicated to make the pain of the disease go away (Prozac, Zoloft, Welbutrin, etc.), in terrible financial shape for the most part, just hoping in their minds that they made the right choice, older people too proud to admit to themselves that they have thrown their lives away because what else do they have? Mostly, I feel bad for the little ones. Poor babies don't even know that the food their parents are feeding them is poison and will lead to hardship in life and bitter disappointment in their old age; or drastic amputations later in life in order to escape the disease if they are fortunate enough to shake it.
God, it did make me so sick... Now, it's a sadness for the young people mostly.
Jean