I am way late to the party on this message board but I saw that there were some folks from the New England area who had stories about familiar JWs that I grew up with. My story, as brief as I can tell it, goes like this.
I was born in Boston, MA in the early 70s to two my mom and dad who were in their early 20s and woefully unprepared for marriage and raising kids. Dad becomes drunk and violent, mom is bipolar, desperate and high strung and looking anywhere for help. Apparently she begins praying. At some in early point in her progressively dismal narrative she gets a knock on the door of her and my dad's apartment and who do you all think it was? It was a JW by the name of Gerard Pellitier (sic). Mom, who at that point in time was a lapsed catholic, puts up resistance and begins closing the door on the dub but these were the days when JWs were a brazen and feral bunch. Pellitier rallies and sticks his foot into the door preventing her from shutting him out and he insists on preaching to her probably noting the desperation in her eyes. From what she says she knew it was the truth right then and there and in her true dramatic bipolar fashion she breaks down, starts bawling and hugging Pellitier while thanking god. She ultimately gets baptized in November 1976 at the Natick MA assembly hall. I was only 2 so I had to stay at home with my grandma. Alas...the JW horror begins.
My mom divorces my dad in 76 or 77 and her, myself and brother move in with my grandma into a Boston suburb. Grandma was a kindly, mild and extremely understanding catholic woman who had an amazing level of tolerance for the manic bipolar rants and raves from my overly zealous JW mom. My mom, bro and myself settled into the Waltham Congregation and we would remain there until we switched over to the Newton cong in September 1991.
Ultimately my mom's emotional and mental state cause her to physically, emotionally and sexually molest me over the years. She wasn't exposed for her crimes until the mid 00s when she was attending the Norwood MA congregation. True sociopath that she was she denied everything and could only relay to me on how much I ruined her life for telling her elders.
As for me.. I was baptized at the age of 14 at the Holiday Inn in Providence RI on 7/9/88 and I ultimately left the JWs for good in 2008. If you were in the Waltham cong between 1977 to 1991 you would have seen me, you might have even gone out in service with me. Anyway...yeah. Hi.