I remember leaving the meetings in tears. Sobbing all the way home. I could never measure up. I was never able to do enough. I wasn't good enough. I didn't have the right job(an elder told me this). I should quit my full time job and move home with my parents(HUH?). My job wasn't encouraging enough. When I asked them about the full time pioneer that worked at the same place, they said it was different because she's a PIONEER.
Tons of guilt, double standards, etc.
It's interesting that once I got away that while I still had some mild depression, the sobbing and despair went away. HMMMMMM.....
Mandette