It was two things when I stopped attending in 2001, I don’t remember the day, but I do remember that I did not fade away, it was abrupt, and it ended when it involved my 6 year old son. It all started when my son had a night mare. This was no ordinary nightmare, but it was the exact same reoccurring dream I had when I was his age. This was what woke me up from the JW slumber, and blindly following the Watchtower’s teachings. It was at that point I started to think about all the bull I had to deal with over the years because of them.
While I was researching, I was using the internet to show me from their publications the lies, and deceit. My brother-in-law happen to pop by, and discovered what I was doing, and he called me an apostate, and that I was a stupid woman. At that point my husband made him leave threatening to beat the life out of him, which is putting it politely. Before he let his brother leave our home, he told him this. “If you are calling my wife an apostate for researching through the older publications of the Watchtower, then your religion is an apostate to God.” The only person I ever showed what I found at that time was my husband, who was already looking for an excuse to leave that cult.
It was also during this time, my son, became very ill, and required medical attention. At the time neither I, nor the doctors knew what was going on with him, and they were thinking surgery, and I was having some of the worst case thoughts going through my mind. I called up my family (JWs), the elders, and other friends, or at least who I thought was friends. They all asked me, “What do you expect us to do about it?” When they said that to me, it was in a rude tone, and after that they just hung up on me, when I told them I did not expect anything from them.
For the next week my son was in the hospital, fortunately he did not require surgery, but it was indeed life threatening, because of his age. After he came home from the hospital, it took him the next three months to recover from what he had. From the time he was in the hospital, and during the time of his recovery, no one called or checked up on to see how we were doing. I did manage to make it to one meeting, and no one asked how my son was doing, but instead they told me, no demanded that I attend the upcoming district convention. I never made it to that either, everything decided to quit working all at the same time (both my cars, the refrigerator, and stove all stopped working). It was when the repair man showed up, he said something to me, and it was this, “Maybe someone is trying to tell you something.” When he said that, it was light a light had been switched on, and it was then when I really started to dig into the history of the Watchtower. By the time I had learned everything, I threw away EVERYTHING, I was that pissed off.
In August 2001, both my husband and I sent in our letters telling those people we did not want to be a part of their group anymore, and I have not looked back since then. Then one month later the Twin Towers were attacked, and people were going crazy thinking it was the end of the world. I think that is the only reason why I remember the month of when I left that God forsaken cult.