It seems like there has been a lot of talk here about anger, bitterness, resentment of the Jdubs, and so on... I've read a few posts where current dubs, or someone in the process of leaving, asks 'why are y'all here, on this site, so many years after you left?' or 'why all the anger and resentment? why not let it go & move on with your life?'
I don't know how to answer these questions, because it's never been quite like that for me... I do feel anger toward the borg, a bit of resentment... But not bitterness...? I was "in it" from my baptism at age 13 to my DFing at age 24... lost out on holidays, etc, since I was about 9 or 10... even went to Bethel for 3 years & was kicked out for some things I "confessed"...
But, honestly, I've never felt bitter about the Jdub experience. I hate the borg with a passion, but I don't dwell on it (does that make any sense?)... I feel much more anger & resentment toward my mom, sister & brother who shun me to this day (7-8 years later). Not hatred toward them, but a much more bitter feeling than towards the borg. It seems that this is because of my philosophy of personal choice and accountability; I can't say for sure just yet, but maybe I resent their actions because they are individuals that I love, and I feel that they could be individuals & make up their own minds toward me rather than letting the borg do it for them. While I hate the borg, I don't necessarily blame it... I wonder what weakness/sickness/wrong-choice, or whatever, is going on with my family to make them treat me so. And, at the same time, I don't blame the borg for my having been a member of it; to a certain extent, the fault is my parents' for being so weak-willed as to indoctrinate young children into, and encourage them to dedicate themselves to it.
And I don't exactly blame myself, BUT:
If Zev's "what would you change?" thread had been aiming mainly at JW experiences, I would have answered in a heartbeat: When I was about 10, my mom came to ask me if I was ready for our weekly study (I don't remember what we were studying). I said 'no, I don't want to,' she asked me why, and I said, suddenly crying, 'I just don't believe in it.' She took me to her room and "reasoned with" me from some books that I couldn't hope to understand at that age, and at the end of it, I did understand, in retrospect: I understood that, for my mother to really love me, I HAD to be a part of this, and to accept it fully, body & soul... That was the beginning of the end for that period of my life... If there was one thing I would change, it would be accepting that tripe, at that moment in time, for that spurious reason. I don't expect a child of 10 (even myself, even though I set very high standards for myself) to be capable of such a thing, but if I could go back to that time I would tell her 'You know, I just don't understand any of this, and it really doesn't even sound right to me." And I would stick to my guns until the blessed day when I could move out, go to college, and get a life.
As an afterthought, a couple of weeks back I was hanging out with a dear old xjw friend that I hadn't seen in years (we re-met here, Thank You Very Much =)... Somehow the subject of crying came up, and I realized that I've *never* cried about any of this... I'm not a very crying-prone person to begin with, but I would think that a good cathartic cry would be just about a given in this kind of situation...?
Not really sure what else to write about that, so I'll just end it there; any comments would be appreciated.