I told the asshole elder who followed me outside: " I'VE GOT MY PERIOD!!" (which I didn't......heh-heh-heh) so the dickhead turned beat red and didn't question me further. Dumb asshole.
I don't know why this reminded me of the following, but here's my fave memory of a loving elder:
I'd just been released from the local psychiatric in-patient unit after a voluntary, 3-day committment. Not a fun thing, let me tell you. But being a lovely JW I was sufficiently f(*& and miserable, you know the story. (By the way, I've been off all my psych meds for almost 6 months now. ) My husband wasn't there with me at the Wednesday night meeting (I'd been released two days prior) as he was barely able to cope with his wife having been in a psych unit. But I was going to be the brave little girl and do what Jehober wanted, no matter how I felt.
I got to the meeting - and, oh, I almost forgot this point! - no one had known I was in the hospital, except for one elder and his wife. Funny how when I got to the meeting everybody had found out this "confidential" info...hmm...
So towards the end I'm freaking out, stressed, massive anxiety. I go in the back school and close the door. It's dark and I curl up on the floor by the cabinets. No, not one of my proudest moments - I was maybe 20, 21 and very depressed, bad time in my life.
After the meeting is over I'm still in the fetal position, in the dark, on the floor. The PO walks in, turns on the light, looks at me and says "what are you doing in here? We need this room for an elders' meeting in five minutes." Then he walked out.
Ah, feel the love!