I was reproved at the age of 17 and, believe me it was a nightmare at home. First, my parents felt such shame over me - I was such an evil disappointment to them. I would hear my mother talk on the phone to other sisters about how sad she was about the way I had turned out. Then, everyone else speculated as to what I could have done. Sisters took me out in service to grill me about it. The farm boys in Wallkill put me down on their undateable sisters list. But the saddest part by far was the true shame my parents felt - I still remember their faces at that committee meeting. And, what had I done? When the elders once asked me if another sister was sleeping around, I said No, even though the answer was yes and I knew it - I just didn't want to lose our friendship (since she would probably be disfellowshipped). Unfortunately, the truth came out later and the elders came crashing down on me like a load of bricks. The committees were so traumatic - what a horrible, cultish event to go through at any age. You'd think I was a murderer.
What makes me saddest is the fact that my parents still have that look of shame toward me on their faces - even though this was over 10 years ago - because now I'm gone for good.
So, have any of you felt the same way?