My story is different.
I wanted to be baptized since I was 8, but my mom kept saying no not yet.
Like every other JW kid, I couldn't do anything like sports or have friends over. Nothing.
My mom said things like your time doesn't count because you aren't baptized, yet.
Your prayer doesn't even count. She'd have to say one right after me because JH doesn't hear unbaptized people's prayers.
I could conduct studies but they didn't count as much as a baptized person's study would.
She'd say all that prohibitive stuff to me and still prevent me from getting baptized.
I really wanted to be dunked by my teenage years.
I wanted to be able to do something that counted for something and be a part of it.
I wanted to belong. I was a nothing who couldn't do anything at all.
So, finally, I approached the elders when I was 17 and asked to be baptized.
I didn't tell my mom until they said sure.
She was very happy when she found out.
I was dunked on 1/11/86 in Woodburn, OR.
Motive for getting baptized had nothing to do with loving JH, although I thought it did.
It was really to belong to something I thought was very important and big at the time.
I wanted to count for something. Be somebody.
You know what the whole problem is with baptism of born-ins?
There is not one shread of anything on which to base a comparison.
Nothing. This was all we ever knew.