It is my third year out and a heavy period of recovery. Speaking of which, I thought I was recovered!
You know that as jw's, the rule is to stay away from anyone who is essentially persuading you to not be associated with 'jehovah's people'. Well, for me, as someone who thought she was doing the right thing (brainwashed, really), I stopped talking to most of my family! Why? As Christians, they were always against jw's and everything they stood for. I was warned to stay away from jw's from the time I was young.
Of course, brainwashing is an easy process when a person is vulnerable and unknowingly searching for a place to belong. It wasn't our fault. Afterall, what's wrong with wanting to feel loved?!
Now, though, I'm feeling the effects of having felt better then everyone who loved me, as their presence is not a part of my life today. Relationships have been formed, weddings have taken place and new people, precious children have been born. So many milestones and opportunities to just 'be' came and went, as they have lived their lives each day and I had chosen to not be in it. It is this year, these last few months where the reality of the fact that things are the way they are and why, hit me hard.
I tore apart my family and left myself with a feeling of pure despair. I'm the only granchild who is truly the blacksheep, and I'm working to resolve this loss of me. How $hitty to have a stepmom and so called friends who were supportive of this family tie severing, yet are nowhere to be found today! The world doesn't necessarily have an open door policy when it comes to being in each others' lives, so I have no idea what to expect when I try to talk to them (cousins, aunts/uncles).
Today, when I see jw's, all I see are a few people coming by to tear a family apart. Field Service is bad. Not just a waste of time for those doing it instead of living life, but actual evil....intentions or not.