I had trouble learning all the little things the WT forbids. Dancing, for instance. I had no trouble when young. My ardent JW cousin corrected me harshly, telling me I was acting like a Watusi. Jungle fever besides dancing. I recall begging my mom to teach me ballet and ball room, believing all adults knew how. She was born-in, too. I was so rigid I could not free form dance. Finally, I saw an ad in the Village Voice and saw a weird professional dancer for lessons. Now it is no big deal. My mom pointed out to me as a child that her parents would waltz around here but she was not good enough to learn. Miriam danced. People dance before the Lord all the time.
Something natural that was so awkward for me. The more nervous you get, the more klutzy you become.
I did not know how to make small talk with people. Can't blame all of it on the Witnesses. My parents and the Witnesses created a perfect storm. There have been stark class differences in my life, too.
Dating is another horror story. I saw my mom as a loser for marrying my father who did not love her. It seemed genetic. I grew up with marriage as being wrong. All I wanted to do was go to Bethel.
We never socialized other than Witness stuff. Films were out. Tickets to concerts were out. We did go to parades, even patriotic ones.
My mom thought the mere act of going to college would instantly give me all the skills that were never developed. College was social hell. I made the transition finally. Law school was so much fun compared to college.
It was a big deal when I started doing fine art events. Growing up I thought you had to born to society to attend the opera or ballet. Later, I had subscriptions and waited at the stage door for stars. My life is so different in ways I could not have imagined.
I realize all kids have adjustment problems. A friend recently discussed how great home schooling was. Normally, people are entitled to their opinion. I may not agree. I lost it and started screeching at her. Home schooling would have destroyed me for certain. School provided a haven from an abusive parent and the mind control of the Witnesses. I honestly believe I appreciate doing social things more than the average person. It seems so routine and then something will trigger a memory. Pity the born-in child.