I will never forget that my mom used to drag my hyper active little brother down the the ladies room and beat him with a wooden spoon, because at age 2 thru 5, he couldnt sit still. he would just cry himself to sleep.
my mom was a firm beiever in wooden spoons. my dad made a paddle out of wood and hung it on the wall. my brother one day,got up on a chair got it and broke it in half. he was like , 4 yrs old. lol . my brother never liked meetings and as soon as he was around 14 he refused to go to anhy more meetings, my dad not a jw agreed he did not have to go if her did not want to. somehow he wasnt on my side for that. I was guilted into going,
my mom would use sad guilt stories to get me to go.
oh, dont make jehovah sad by staying home.
oh, jehovah appreciates every effort we put forth to get to meeetings,
hey you dont know if the meeting you miss armageddon will come! and youll be out there and we will all be in the kingdom hall.
and my all time favorite,
sister so and so is handicapped, ans SHE can get to te meeting, and whats wrong with you?