Hi folks,
Briefly, I now live just outside London, UK. Parents converted to JWs when I was 2. Moved twice to 'where the need was greater'. First time in '69 to Norfolk, then in '72 to Caithness. (The move to Caithness a premptive strike before Armaggedon, and our goodbyes to Norfolk JWs included "the next time we meet will be in the new system.") I was baptised at 11, being fully conversant of the JW philosophy and well aware that I was signing my own death warrant (as I saw it then... my reason for baptism being parental approval). At 13 I was beaten one time too many... this time for telling out landlord that we were JWs. Therein began my quest to escape.
Began asking questions... the most troublesome of which was "How do you balance a God of Love with a God that is going to annihilate over 5 billion people?" (I got hit and went hungry for that one too). Found myself being ostarcised by members of the congregation. Threw myself into service, and succeeded only in alienating myself from other less enthusiatic JWs of my own age. Eventually the inevitable happened, at 18 was introduced to a nonJW young lady (we hit it off almost instantly). At 19 thrown out of the family home for kissing girlfriend... (a peck on the cheek before I went to work... no tongues!!!! honest). Df'd at 20... reason N/K. I wasn't prepared to play their games viz, judicial committees, etc etc etc.
Also married at 20. Firstborn 14 months later (which kinda upset my parents as they thought it was a shotgun wedding, and therefore their theory blown out of the water... unless of course they think my wife is an elephant [2 year gestation period], which I wouldn't put beyond their realms of logic.) Second son 14 months after the first. I moved down to London in '81. Embarked upon a solo journey of recovery from a dysfunctional and abusive JW childhood ... yes I am a survivor too... and promptly screwed up my life for a time in the bottom of a bottle.
1993 packed up the booze (period). Began a journey of learning to trust other human beings. 1996 nearly died from cancer (bowel)... and in the process came to understand a concept of a God of love. Have very few regrets in my life given I've incorporated decades of adversity into making me a different, kinder, tolerant and compassionate person. Am grateful in a perverse sort of way for the JWs teaching me what NOT to do, and how NOT to be. I have no religious affiliation, I have found those churches I have visited 'wanting'. 1996 marked the year I joined the human race for the first time ever... and for today at least, I am happy.