This elder didn't abuse me physically or sexually. He never intended to cause me any harm. He really felt that he ever "KNOWINGLY" did anything to harm me!
That is where the biggest problem lies with Jehovah's Witnesses. (I'll expand on that later) This man had empathy and humility oozing through his veins, on an impersonal level. He was an amazing speaker. His voice was very calm, serene, caring and VERY UNDERSTANDING (until...............................I will get to that later).
Now I will tell you why I confronted him..... and why he is an abuser..... jump back 10-20 yrs.
My father was a man that, according to every person that knew him, was unbalanced.
I, however, still at a tender age and under the JW mentality of respecting our parents, kept him in reverence. His emotional abuse was unbelievable, when I look at it now. He threatened and/or pretended suicide at least 12 times, from my recollection. Other abuse was prevalent as well. His pretending (which I only realized lately) hurt just as much or more.
Now comes the time when the elder tonight becomes involved. When I was 19, I had had to move back in with my parents for personal reasons. Then, I was out late one night....('til 3:00 A.M.) with a JW but who hadn't been going to meetings for a few months. I hadn't been drinking but my father gave me the THIRD DEGREE. I took it. I even apologized. Then he started saying that MY attitude was similar to my mother's, which was the reason for their marriage problem. Friends, I can't list all of their problems.
I told him that I accepted responsibility for staying out late but I would NOT LISTEN to him saying that their problems (mom and dads) were all mom's fault. Well, apparently my strong opinion pissed daddy off, 'cause he started wailing on MY HEAD. After about 5 blows I realized I had to recant on my previous bout of honesty. I knew instantaneously what I had to do, much like being attacked by a dog........ resort to THEIR level. So I cried and screamed that I had no right to say those things and that I was all wrong in saying them. After about the 13th to 17th blow he stopped and along with it ANY respect that I had had for my father stopped.
Enter the Elder mentioned.....
Actually before the elder is mentioned I have to say that, after wailing on my head, my father did eventually go to bed. And at that time that I felt it was safe, I ran to the door, grabbed my shoes, ran to my car, and sped away to my Aunt's house, fearful of him for the rest of HIS life. Terrible, but true. My aunt Liz was as Depeche Mode said, my personal Jesus...... THANK YOU, LIZ!!!!
OK........ now the elder....
I wanted to ask him ONE thing tonight. Would he have given the same advice as he did then? Oh, by the way his advice back then to me was, word for f___ing word, pardon the obscenities, teehee, " do you think that it was PROPER for you to say something like that that would make him react that way?
What do you guys think about the reaction and ultimately, the whole thing?