If I could somehow carve out the section of my brain that holds the memories of my childhood, I would. It would be entirely worth losing the happy stuff, if I could rid myself of the rest of it. Compounding the pain is the fact that the elders knew exactly what was happening to me, and did nothing to help me; in fact, I was forbidden to go to the authorities. But, whatever.
What hurts me more is how they've hurt those I have loved. I can't go into details, because it's other people's lives and not my own, but the pain and the damage the WTS's policies have done to their emotional and physical well-being is incalculable and I will never forgive them for hurting those close to me.