This topic really hits home. (((((OFC))))))
Before my own horrors surfaced, my best friend, Starr, was dealing with issues in her life. She was a single mom with two children and trying to be the dub they wanted her to be. She would show up for field service only to go home sobbing - and no one went after her. (This was my first intro to her). We became kindred spirits. The elders considered her spiritually weak though she was far from being that. She tried everything to please them. But her heart was broken. Long story short, she killed herself after one previous attempt. I was in another province at the time. I found out from a 'sister' who told me in a letter as if it were gossip. "Oh, yeh, Starr committed suicide last week and after a lot of talking, they gave in and allowed her funeral to take place at the hall". She had begun to see a psychiatrist, but it was too late. As far as I'm concerned, the elders killed my best friend.
When my own past came back to me several years later, they decided that what I needed was an exorcism. I was so trusting, and was also taught by daddy dearest not to ever, ever say 'no'. This event led me to being taken via ambulance twice, with the elders in tow to explain 'their' story. In a few months, they went from helping me get away from an abusive husband to supporting said husband and calling me dangerous, spiritually weak, and hell, one elder even said that I bewitched men and I should therefor never be around any. (What a crock!) They followed me, interrogated me endlessly to the point that my family doctor put me on tranquilizers. When I finally signed myself into the hospital - a 3month stay, they came 2 times and all they spoke about was how great others were doing. Before I was discharged, I was told that I could not rely on worldly help but was to rely on them. I went ballistic. I was so torn over the events and the hypocrisy of the past several months I locked myself in a room and tore my arms to shreds with a polysporin tube. (It was the only way I knew how to release the anger at the time) The one thing I knew - was that I could NOT rely on them, and I was NOT going to. By their fruits you will know them. Their fruits were poisonous.
The idea scares me of just how many JWs are 'bleeding out' inside and are unable to get help or to be themselves without the stigma of 'spiritually weak' being attached, or the threat of shunning etc. Once you admit you've got a problem, they don't want you - you'll tarnish their 'perfect' illusion of how happy JWs should be.
I am beyond thankful for finding this site, and for the give and take that is found here. While we are all from different walks and talks of life, there is a common thread that binds.
sunbeams to those experiencing dark clouds in their lives,
Mimilly