As a born in child....
I learned how to sit still and to never displease authority with an opinion, a fidgety body or the wild release of energy. To sit primley with the bible in my lap, and not kick my legs, itch, yawn, pick at my fingernails, or need to go to the bathroom. I learned not to doodle, or dig through a purse. I learned how to daydream with eyes wide open never hearing a word.
It was that or a beating outside the KH backdoor or absolute rejection and lectures on the way home and the rest of the day. Sundays were the worst. Those damn WT studies and Sunday talks were like water torture. DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, against your brain. 2 hours that seemed like 8.
I learned to lead a double life....how to look, act, and talk what those around me wanted to hear but secretly do otherwise out of eye and earshot.
After not attending meetings for 20 years, I went back for a few short weeks to make someone happy....nothing....not ONE THING had changed. I instantly could go into comotose mode and look like I was paying attention. I started having the same stomachaches 2 days beforehand with dread, and then the utter relief of getting out when it was over.
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