finally awake writes:
when I was suffering badly with post partum depression, I got no help from the elders.
At least they recommended medication for depression... which would mean a visit to the doctor.
When I had PPD, I was investigated for Demonized™ articles in my home (without my knowledge or consent, and was pissed off beyond belief when I found out about it), was advised against seeing a psychiatrist (he'll brainwash you right out of The Truth™!), and when I went anyway I was advised against discussing anything about being a JW (he'll think we're all nuts!!). Because I was unable to go Door-to-Door™ due to panic attacks and had asked the Congregation Secretary™ in confidence for help - perhaps sitting in on Bible Studies™ with the Pioneer™ Sisters™, rumours started circulating that Sister Scully doesn't want to go in Service™ anymore, and then a Pioneer™ Sister™ came up to me after a Meeting™ and rudely told me: "Get off your ass and get your own damn Bible Studies™".
Then, I made an extraordinary effort to attend the Memorial™. One of the Elders™ greeted me with "Look at what the cat dragged in". Then during the Memorial™, I had to take the baby to the back of the room because she was fussing, and the Attendants™ refused to pass the Emblems™ to me. There were DFd people in the audience having the Emblems™ passed to them, but not me. I was suicidal from that incident - I just wanted to save Jehovah the trouble of destroying me at Armageddon™. I was in the hospital, and they all knew it, but not one of them gave a $h!t about me. I believed I would have been better off dead, that my family and everyone I knew would have been better off if I was dead.
That happened about 18 years ago... but whenever I write about it here, those feelings come flooding back as if it were yesterday. I still can't write about it without shedding tears.