I couldn't get back to sleep last night, something my father said a few weeks ago popped into my head.
We were talking about obtaining citizenship, he doesn't need it, but was contemplating what benefits it could get him now he's a pensioner.
Background : I've been disfellowhipped for 15 years, I was born in, he is an elder, very much pimi, he was also born in.
I said to him how citizenship would be difficult for him as it would require him to swear allegiance to the state?
Oh he said, thats just a crowd of people together in a big room for the swearing in event, it would be easy to just mumble or say nothing, nobody would know.
This has quietly been eating away in my mind, why did it bother me?
Last night it hit me, when I was in my first year of school, age 5, I came out of school one day with a balloon with two little pencils attached, a gift from a classmate who's birthday it was, every child got one. Walking home with my mother, she said how said Jehovah was that I had accepted a birthday party gift, and how happy Satan was. As she walked on, she heard a bang behind her, I had stuffed the balloon and pencils into the nearest bin.
I have no memory of this, but I have grown up with the story and my parents pride in 'my decision' to please Jehovah.
This doesnt even touch on all the explanations in school about why I didn't celebrate birthdays, xmas, easter, halloween, valentines, or play sports, participate in school plays etc etc. From the age of 5, I was expected to and emotionally blackmailed to live up to the standards of my parents religion.
Then last night I remembered all those kids in the USA and elsewhere who had to deal with national anthems and flag saluting at their schools, it was always in the WT, and us kids were constantly being reminded how good and brave those kids were, how loved by Jehovah.
And now, the parents who held us to those standards, who told us we would die at Armageddon if we didn't, are doing the very thing we were practically blackmailed and bullied into not doing.
Right now I feel angry, and its the first time in 15 years that I have felt angry, betrayed actually.
They can't live up to the standards they set for their own children, and crumble at the first hurdle.
Am I completely over reacting?? Am I just rambling through insomnia??
And if I'm not nuts, should I have this conversation with my parents, or is it too late? Maybe venting here is the best way to release? 🙊