Was Your Life As A Jehovah's Witness HORRIBLE???
by minimus 43 Replies latest jw friends
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ziddina
isojourn, THAT's not a "she-devil"....!!
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Magwitch
I had a sweet childhood, even though my parents are 3rd generation fanatics. They were kind, loving and fun parents and I had four awesome siblings.
My marriage to a JW clone (if I may steal Ziddina's phrase) was HORRIBLE. 20 years of being a prisoner - everyday was hell with that man because the f'in cult! He used the cult as a form of blackmail
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00DAD
No, my LIFE was not "HORRIBLE." But it most certainly was NOT was I was TOLD it would be when I became a JW, not what the WT/AW said it would be. In advertising circles that's called, "False Advertising." The legal term for this is: FRAUD.
Now THAT is HORRIBLE!
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Bella15
ISOJOUR ... I am glad you are free! Enjoy your life! It belongs to you!
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3rdgen
To Isojourn, Where did you get that pic of my MIL? Hubby's Jw mom made Joan Crawford seem warm and fuzzy. My Jw dad was Mommy Dearest in dress slacks. (substite his belt for wire hangers). While it's likely our parents would have abused acohol and had their explosive tempers regardless of their religion, how can a pre-school child process the additional beatings that came because we wiggled at the KH? We are both only children who had absolutely no one to simpathize or talk to. Abuse cloaked in religion. I remember Prov.13:24 was constantly quoted. The rod of dicipline was definately taken LITERALLY .In the 50's I was often the only witness in my school. I say often because I went to 13 schools. Why? Because my parents moved constantly. Why? Partly to build KH's in towns that needed them and partly for business oppertunities. He had to make lots of money. Why? Because he wanted to be a big shot and donate the land and make HUGE contributions to the Watchtower.Why? So he could be promoted. Was he promoted? You bet he was! My dad INVENTED the green handshake! Hob Nobed with NH Knorr, wined and dined Jaracz etc. Mom told me in the early 60's he gave the DO $10,000.00 because he was in hot water for his drinking. (with inflation can you imagine how much that would be now? That was half the price of a house!) Did it work? You bet it did! BTW, we lived modestly. Wouldn't want to be accused of "The showy display of ones means of life"
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ziddina
Wow, 3rdgen...
And welcome to the board!!
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finallysomepride
just f...ing boring
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3rdgen
To Zid: Thanks for your welcome-I'm new here. Feels good to get things off my chest that have been festering since birth!
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WTWizard
For sure, it was much worse than when I wasn't a witless. First, there was the worry that things that normal people enjoy were wicked. You enjoy the Christmas lights, you remember what went on during your Christmas and birthday celebrations and have to view it as repugnant. Thus, I had to dread the holidays. Just not participating wasn't enough--I had to actually dread the Christmas songs. These were songs I have subsequently found enjoyable, and even prior to becoming a witless were a break from the Muzak.
The demand on my time was insatiable. I would put a limit on how much I could do--that limit was based on what I could reasonably and sustainably do, not on what someone else thought I should. The hounders would not be satisfied, and they had people keep on hounding me to pious-sneer. During periods when I was short of work, they wanted me to waste the time pious-sneering instead of looking for another job or improving the one I already had. The boasting sessions had to come first, no matter what. And, if I did 20 hours a month, they wanted 30 or 40, then auxiliary pious-sneering, then regular pious-sneering, then special pious-sneering, assistant hounder, hounder, and Beth Hell. And, every time I indicated I was going in from field circus, they would want to keep me out longer, usually by dragging me on call after call and dragging them on.
And the dream snatchers. Once, I saw a job programming computers. The job I had at the time was crap. The pay in the computer programming job was $32 an hour, no experience required in 1989 (back when a dollar actually bought something). I knew I could do that. But, along come the witless cockroaches to kill off that hope. First, they wanted to make absolutely sure that it would never take away from boasting sessions or result in any drop in field circus time or quality. And they were worried that I would be involved in the military, as they used computer programming services. As a result of that, I missed out on a good paying job with reasonable job security and that would have left me much better with computers than I am currently. Now, I must catch up--hopefully, learning to fix them will be of benefit now.
Rather than go through that crap now, I have decided to go online and gather courses and facts there. This time, the ambition is to move out of this country sometime in the next year, head to New Zealand, start a computer repair business there, and learn to get good with computers. This time, I will not have boasting sessions or field circus to worry about--and yes, I will fix computers that are used for the military and apostate web sites (and regular porn, if such is on the hard drive and the customer is entitled to a backup, which will be the case if I must re-install the operating system or a new hard drive or motherboard). Whether I make it or not, the hounders aren't getting jack squat to say about it--financial issues and whether or not I pass the physical without a fake "disease" caused by a bad lab test or faulty equipment, or bad protocol, will be the deciding factores.
But, either way I will not let the hounders consign me to living in a country that is going downhill, stagnating, giving up my silver before the government confiscates it, and wasting my life pious-sneering. Stagnation--that is their aim. They did that to me once, and I did not like the stagnation they managed to get me into. This time, they aren't even getting notified--let them waste the time finding me.