Like my mother before me, I’m a martyr. I am almost unable to make a choice based on what is best for me. And of course this has over time made me a depressed, bitter person who, much to my horror, explodes with rage from time to time.
I know my mother was a martyr because of being a JW. We were taught day after day that what we want and how we feel does not matter. Only following the rules matters. Does you husband make you cry every day? Too bad, but you will have to suffer with a smile...for the rest of your life! Too tired to go to the meeting? Too bad, you will have to suffer and go! Want to go to school? Well, you could, but it would be so much better if you did not go to school and just took a crappy job. You would be a really good person if you did that! God would be so happy if you suffered just a bit more!
After all, suffering=being good, right? And we all want to be good…
And if for some reason you cannot be ‘doing your part’ in the ministry, then you had BETTER be suffering mightily in some other acceptable way. A good case of the plague is suffering enough to still be considered a good JW even while not making Saturday field service. (A lesser disease will draw raised eyebrows. ‘Is sister-so-and-so really suffering enough to make up for missing field service?’)
Is it any wonder the way some sisters complained of the latest illness and pain at every possible chance?
But the ultimate JW will manage to have the plague and still prepare for all the meetings, attend all the meetings with 4 kids in tow, and pioneer, all with an abusive mate! What suffering! What a GOOD JW!
I am just coming to terms with this part of my self, and I don’t feel very good about it right now. It affects every area of my life.
Are there others who struggle with this problem? Do you trace it to the JWs?
-LisaBObeesa
PS My mom is DF and knows how to take care of herself now. She isn't a martyr anymore. And I am learning. It took me a long time to get started because I didn't know I had a problem!