Hello to my fellow refugees,
My name is Ryan and Im 38 years old. I was raised in the darkness (WTS) and have never-ever-ever taken a single sip of their cool-aid. My grandmother, rest her soul, found the WTS in the 50's and was a regular pioneer for most of her life. My mother is a jw and my older brother and one younger brother are also Joe-hobos. As a child I lived with my divorced mother and grand parents. All the Men in my family were not interested in the doomsday crap. My Mother moved us 600 miles away from my Father is Los Angeles when I was five. At that tender age my Grandma found it necessary to tell me that I shouldnt talk to my Dad when he called on the phone. She said that he didn't love Jehovah and that he was going to be killed by our loving God Jehovah any day now (1977). When I chose to talk to my Dad anyway, they served up plenty of guilt. This is what layed the foundation for my miserable life. In my five year old mind, I hated these people who were going to kill my Dad and I chose to fight them every step of the way.
I was public enemy number one from 5 to 17. I got beat for not raising my hand and saying "Jehovah" into the microphone like a good little boy. I was the one who wouldn't join the ministry school. I stone faced the elders when taken to the back room with my Mom and Grandma. I hated sitting for the flag salute and not making little frosty the snowman and I let them all know it. As a teenager I was excluded from all the pop corn parties and softball games but the worldly girls sure thought I was cool.
I watched my Grandpa shoot himself. My Grandma killed herself three years later with pills and wine. I have not spoken to my Mom and older brother in 10 years. I hated the WTS all because of what they told me when I was five. When I came on here and found out that it was all a lie and that everything that they did to me in the name of Jehovah was bullshit... I lost my flipping mind.