Please listen
There is nothing anyone can do to help. I’m not the first to go through this, I won’t be the last.
I was raised in the ‘Truth’ as a result of my Mum starting a study when I was 4 years old. That was in 1968. The hysteria of a 1975/Armageddon was just beginning to take root and the sister who studied with my Mum was 100% sure of it. [I know, I’ve listened to her talk extensively about it over the years].
I recall no birthdays, no Christmas parties and all the embarrassment of being ‘different’ at school. Being a kid wasn’t much fun!
Once I approached my teens a profound change took over me. Unlike many of my friends in the congregation, I took the Truth very seriously. I studied. I prayed. I formed a really close relationship with my God, Jehovah.
I used to hate myself for my weaknesses. I only auxiliary pioneered for 30 straight months – I knew I wasn’t as ‘spiritual’ as the Regular Pioneers.
I gave in to masturbation. More self-hatred. I was a wretch, weak and pathetic – how could Jehovah even look at me? Being a teenager wasn’t much fun!
At 19 I met a sister from a congregation some 20 miles away. Her father, the Presiding Overseer, refused to acknowledge me for more than 6 months. Why? He wanted his daughter to marry a nice English brother not some foreigner.
Well we dated by the rules [more or less!] On our wedding night in 1986 we were both still virgins!! I had fallen deeply in love with that young girl and she can still reduce me to a babbling fool whenever she wants to.
We have been blessed with three gorgeous, talented and balanced children.
I have found more happiness as a husband and father than I ever did as a child/teenager/single man.
Now everything I have worked hard at over the past fifteen years is under threat simply because I have learned to think for myself.
I stood down as a Ministerial Servant over two years ago. I put my last field service report in 16 months ago. I have taken my two sons off the ‘Theocratic’ Ministry School and tonight I will take my name off as well.
My ‘brothers & sisters’ look me upon as ‘weak’. The elders see me as a dangerous threat to be watched closely. My family are no longer invited out socially. My wife, who has done nothing to deserve it, often cries herself to sleep for fear of what will happen to us.
I live a life of deceit for her sake, fairly regular meeting attendance, a few bland comments at the group study – all to avoid being cast off.
I want to protect my family. I don’t want them to be abused by the system we grew up in but I cannot see a solution.
My children no longer carry the ‘blood cards’. What if anyone finds out?
I have stated openly to my wife that I no longer believe this is the ‘Truth’. What if she confides in anyone? I cannot discuss my fears with anybody face to face and neither can my wife. This is hell.
My children ask me questions. I always answer them honestly but I fear for what they may say to their witness friends.
The future looks bleak. I am sure I will become cut-off from my mother, brother and sisters. My wife’s family will disown me and I will become known as the guy who split the family.
No more family barbecues in the summer. No more meals out on anniversaries. My wife does NOT deserve this.
What do I do? Everyone that ever meant anything to me is still in the ‘Truth’.
I have never felt more alone.
Nic’