celtic, great thread topic
i can remember my teenage years and for me they were filled with strife. i fought very hard against my parents (and jws) rules and restrictions. my family was a typical family not super dysfunctional (i wasn't beaten or molested.) of course throwing jw-ism into the mix doesn't help and i think can make a typically normal family into more of a dysfunctional one. i do know that i was very stubborn and like most teens, thought i knew everything. my parents were dumb, their rules were dumb, their religion was dumb. and all of that combined made my life not so fun. so i decided "screw it" i'm old enough to do my own thing...started cultivating friendship with worldly schoolmates. i lied to my parents, like, "hey, i'm going to the library after school" and then head over to a friends house. i did have a jw partner in crime for a lot of this rebelling in my young teenage years. (she's still a dub) we got in trouble, she started toeing the line and being "good" again, i just slipped more and more into my worldly friends' lives.
okay anyways...on to the running away and my experiences...this would have been the summer of 92, right before my da. i was angry with my parents (of course i can't remember exactly why...they must have said i couldn't do something that would be totally reasonable to non jw parents) and my friend had suggested i could stay with her at her dad's. so we get home from school, i pack up a few things and leave. never called to tell my mom i was "staying" with a friend. mom (the smart woman she is) figured out where i was and sent various members of my family to try to get me to come home. i would hide in the basement until they went away (we wouldn't answer the door.) finally, mom had enough, she sent the cops to pick me up. kirsten and i were out on the boat and we see the cop walking around the back of her house. we decide to stay on the lake, they can't get us here. well, finally we had to come in...i was placed in the back seat of the cop car and then at the station they put me in the drunk cell(thank god no drunks occupied the cell!) i was SOOOOO angry with my mom. of course, now i understand her actions and how horrible it must have been for those few hours that she had idea where i was. but i remember clearly feeling she didn't care about me as much as she cared about the control she had over me. scary thought when your 17.
the jw thing just messed it all up for me and my 'rents when i was a teen. they never listened to me or my reasoning why i felt i should be allowed to do something. and it made me so upset that i could do pretty much anything with witness kids (concerts, movies, sleep overs, get togethers/parties, even drinking with my older sis) but nothing with my school friends. i never understood the logic behind their reasoning on association. i'd always tell them, but you don't KNOW my friends!!! the whole, if she/he's a jw, he MUST be a good person is bs. thankfully my parents have realized that just because someone's a jw does not mean they are automatically good people.
shorty after i returned home from my "running away" i was forced to da myself. (a little background...i'd already been busted for smoking, had tried pot a few times and had lost my virginity at this point in life....) i wanted to attend the homecoming football game with my friend kirsten. dad said no, i said i'm going, he said no, i said yes. he says, "if you want to go with your friends, you need to da yourself. you are not living like a jehovah's witness." i told him to get me a pen and paper. one sentence long was my da letter. i signed it and handed it to him, smiled (i'm sure a bitchy little hah! smile) and got into my friend's car.
sparing all the yucky details of life at home after that, i'm happy to say that now, my parents and i have a pretty great relationship. mom encouraged me to go to school, since i was no longer a witness (thanks mom!) she told me to keep my permanent address as their address so they would be able to talk to me after i moved to the city for school. i think for me, running away, da-ing myself, basically standing up to my parents has helped us grow close in the long run. yeah sure, it sucked at first, i was the ultimate black sheep of the family, looked down upon, pitied. but i picked myself up and said, hey, i'm doing what I want to do. and now they look at me with pride in their eyes. i set boundaries early on with them. they know not to preach to me, although i do get the occasional invite to a meeting or assembly but it's never pushy, just an invite. and i easily can say no and know that there will be no hard feelings. they know that am in control of my life and let me live. i'm so thankful for that.
unfortunately i have one bro and sis that do shun me. but i find comfort that 4 of the 6 people in my immediate family enjoy my company :)
anyways, well, celtic, thanks for the questions. feels good to write about this stuff. helps to put in perspective. *hugs*
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harmony
Most people think, Great God will come from the skies, Take away everything And make everybody feel high. But if you know what life is worth, You will look for yours on earth: And now you see the light, You stand up for your rights.~~Bob Marley