Hi all, I'm still pretty new here, but I wanted to talk about something more substansive than low quality generic soda brands (my first post and my logon name).
Of all the negative side effects of my Dub past, the one that still haunts me the most is my complete inability to develop any sort of depth in my relationships with others. I'm not one to blame all my personal problems on the WBTS, but I can't help but feel that it was a significant contributing factor. I still hate talking about my past, and I work very hard to hide all aspects of my JW past from anyone I meet. To date I have discussed this matter with less than 10 people (I have been out for over 7 years). I know that if I talk to others about this, they might understand me better, and as a result, we might become closer. However, I am unable to take this step for some reason. I can't get the flawed logic out of my head: "keep your distance, they can't know who you used to be, because that will always frame their perception of you, and they will not want anything to do with you." This isn't the only factor, and I do not doubt that even if I wasn't raised a JW I would still be shy and introspective, but at least I wouldn't feel like I spent my childhood on Mars.
As a result I find myself in adulthood with very few (to almost no) close friends. This has hit me very hard recently since I have moved to a new town where I do not have access to the limited support structure I had there. It wasn't much, but it was more than the absoulely nothing I have now. I still have contact with my family who are all still regular in the congregation. I can't talk to them about any of this since they will no doubt say that my ungodly path is the problem.
I find myself compensating by working excessively long hours at the office, getting half sloshed by myself on a regular basis, and acting like a jerk around what friends I do have.
Anyway, I just wanted to post here to see if anyone else has noted this side effect in their ex-dub lives, and more than anything just get this off my chest in venue where someone might understand...