I have been disfellowshipped for one year tomorrow. I have been alone through out this time and completely lost. Recently I decided to look up JW sites on the Internet and found a moving story of a lady who had been through a similar experience to mine. I was shocked! For some bizarre reason, I thought I was alone and that nobody could possibly comprehend how I felt. I emailed her and she directed me towards this site. I have spent the entire day reading people's stories and posts. Thank you for sharing, it is enough to know that I am not alone.
My story is a common and simple one. I was raised in an extremely strict JW household. My father is an elder and my mother a pioneer. My father is a very hard, controlling man who robbed us of any form of identity and self worth. The organisation sheltered and nurtured these tendencies, labeling it “the subjection arrangement”. I questioned the organisation my entire life, but as expected I was baptised at the young age of 17. Feeling completely suffocated and disillusioned at home, I moved interstate at the age of 19. Away from the mind games, the brain washing and the unrealistic expectations, I discovered that I had my own mind, opinions and soul. I finally realised that I was a good person and, that I didn't have to pummel my body and lead it as a slave everytime I sinned.
The only escape I could see was through disfellowshipping, which unfortunately resulted in harming myself. I formed a physical relationship with a "brother" in the congregation. It ended badly when I woke up one day in extreme pain. I rushed myself to the hospital and found out that I was two months pregnant and had miscarried during the night. I was disfellowshipped two weeks later and haven't looked back since. The freedom is invigorating - my life is only just beginning.
As the old cliche goes, everything comes with a price. For my freedom I have had to sacrifice my family. My father disowned me and forbid me to have contact with my two little brothers and little sister. My heart was broken. He has softened and I am now allowed to speak with them on the phone now. I worry about my brothers and sis .. Sometimes I feel like I have deserted them. My only hope is that they too find strength like myself to fight for their souls.
I’m not sure if this has made sense. It’s the first time I have spoken about my past.
Thanks for listening ..
Tesha
Australia