Were you ever marked?
If so, how did you know?
I'm pretty sure my family was marked. It was never announced. None of us were reproved. But we just weren't "in".
My family (I'm referring to my mother and siblings) were never invited to any one's house for anything. We were never included in anything other than service. I knew there were parties for kids my age but I was never invited.
My family was really poor. We all wore hand-me-down clothes. I got my mother's cast-offs so dressed like. . . . well let's put it this way - my mother was often counseled for showing too much cleavage. And I wound up wearing her old clothes.
Now my cong had dozens of kids my age. - just off the top of my head I can count 22 and I know I am missing some - oops just thought of a couple more - 24. We were all within 5 years of each other.
I made 1 friend. Her mother was a JW and her father sometimes came to meetings - I think he may have been DFed for smoking but I could be wrong about that. She never got invited to anything either.
The only thing I ever did that got a few people in a tiff was one day I was visiting my friend. Across the street from her there was a family of Witnesses with 3 boys around our age. We were sitting outside talking when the boys came by and they stopped to talk to us. We started talking about music and they asked if we wanted to come up to listen to some. So we went. Their parents weren't home. All we did was talk about music and listen to some.
I have no idea how my mother found out. I may even have been the one to tell her. I didn't think we had done anything wrong. We were alone with a boy. There were 5 of us so I figured it was OK. Well my mother didn't and I got read the riot act about being in a boys house when there were no parents or chaperones. I got grounded for two weeks.
I was such a good kid. My mother grounded me so I didn't go out. Made sense to me. After about a week my mother started yelling about why I was staying in the house and I should get out. I reminded her that she had grounded me. Seems I was the only one policing myself But to get back on topic . . .
It was lonely. I was trying so hard to be a good Witness. And I was a good kid who never got into trouble - unlike the rest of my family.
I don't think I ever really got rid of that marking by the people my age. The older ones were better at accepting me especially after my husband became an elder - way before all those kids who grew up as witnesses by the way.
We made an effort to invite everyone over for a meal at some point - even all those who had excluded us for years.
So if you were marked how did you know?