Heaven: You're so right. You can't help them if they're fighting you off. We just have to be who they know us to be; without the cult. And wait.
Gayle: Hello in Phoenix! Nice to meet you. Here's to happiness!
found this tonite while online.
i was comforted to know that we have all come out stronger...and why.. compassion & empathy: having survived cultic abuse, you may be readier to empathize with someone else's grief.
it's easy to see the difference between the care and concern our commenters show each other and the hurtful sarcasm so prevalent in the blogosphere.
Heaven: You're so right. You can't help them if they're fighting you off. We just have to be who they know us to be; without the cult. And wait.
Gayle: Hello in Phoenix! Nice to meet you. Here's to happiness!
found this tonite while online.
i was comforted to know that we have all come out stronger...and why.. compassion & empathy: having survived cultic abuse, you may be readier to empathize with someone else's grief.
it's easy to see the difference between the care and concern our commenters show each other and the hurtful sarcasm so prevalent in the blogosphere.
to us
I wrote this awhile back...still true.
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As a loyal JW, I was ready for my whole world to come to an earth-shattering halt and for life as I knew it to be gone...at the hand of my loving God. I would sit in school in my mental bubble and numb myself to the world around me. I grew older and entered the adult world and was aloof in my thoughts that I could not attach myself to any workmates or neighbors and put out my hand in friendship as they could be dead tomorrow and I would have to be OK with that. I only remember a life of grey, shades of grey punctuated by flashes of color and emotion which I quickly prayed to get through and to not be tempted by the colors I had seen. I viewed these as a sign of spiritual weakness and dove back into studying and praying and a living death I called "spiritual paradise".
After leaving that life behind I now find myself in an exploding rush of emotion and passion and life. Life the people around me think nothing of but it is almost too painful and beautiful and wonderful to endure. I am touched to the soul at the sight of people holding hands, and cry when babies laugh, and am intoxicated by the beauty around me. I am exhausted at the end of each day with the emotions I now can almost taste and the tuggings and longings I now feel to my bones. I want to see it all. I want to feel everything. I want to thank everyone who had a hand in dragging me from the lifeless shell I was in while I fought them off and never forget that kindness and humanity.
Thank you to the posters here for extending your hands and hearts, the lurkers for your curious spirits ( you aren't seen or heard but are very much felt), and the friends I have made for being the voice on the other end of the phone pointing the way for me, and to the friends I have yet to meet (may we walk this journey together). Life is good.
found this tonite while online.
i was comforted to know that we have all come out stronger...and why.. compassion & empathy: having survived cultic abuse, you may be readier to empathize with someone else's grief.
it's easy to see the difference between the care and concern our commenters show each other and the hurtful sarcasm so prevalent in the blogosphere.
You're welcome. I wish they were my words.
Someone on the board once noted: "We are all here because we faced losing everything we knew in the face of finding out we had been wrong. And we chose to make it right at the highest price."
found this tonite while online.
i was comforted to know that we have all come out stronger...and why.. compassion & empathy: having survived cultic abuse, you may be readier to empathize with someone else's grief.
it's easy to see the difference between the care and concern our commenters show each other and the hurtful sarcasm so prevalent in the blogosphere.
Found this tonite while online. I was comforted to know that we have all come out stronger...and why.
http://www.calgaryherald.com/health/blood+money+injustice/1576415/story.html.
by juliet guichon, dr. ian mitchell and michael duggan, for the calgary herald.
if you are looking for high drama that hollywood might one day package and sell, you need go no further than downtown calgary's transcanada pipelines tower at 10 o'clock this morning, when the court of appeal will convene.. .
btt
praying for justice
when i bring a subject up and then talk about old wt's or the blood fraction, i occasionally get that response.. yes, i know i can reply, "but i am telling you the truth.
don't you want the truth?".
but i am looking for something more subtle, something that can help a witness to get beyond their cognitive dissonance.. but without a standoff.
When they ask me why I will never go back, I say, "I could never hate that much again. I found out the world is full of wonderful people. When you lose the fear and anger, you find joy and love."
i wonder if we each put up who we lost from our lives and how long ago if it would be a testament to those who might find this thread and think.
the absurdity.. my parents: 12 years.
my brother: 12 years (he is now married).
I do...and a sweet gran too (((hug))) 4 U
i wonder if we each put up who we lost from our lives and how long ago if it would be a testament to those who might find this thread and think.
the absurdity.. my parents: 12 years.
my brother: 12 years (he is now married).
I guess I"m blessed.
I contacted cousins and family I only knew from meeting once or twice and they said, "Good, we've been waiting for you!" They had been sending Christmas and birthday cards my whole childhood....none of which I received, of course.
i wonder if we each put up who we lost from our lives and how long ago if it would be a testament to those who might find this thread and think.
the absurdity.. my parents: 12 years.
my brother: 12 years (he is now married).
Uzzah! You're so right. I"m with mouthy, where ya' been? We miss ya'.
my wife and i sent my 22 yr.old pioneer witness daughter and her husband a anniversary card and $ 40.00 and flowers the end of april.
my daughter wrote mrs. flipper and me each our own individual letters thanking us initially for the gifts - and then went into detail as to why she has not spoken to me for over a year and shunned me.. keep in mind as i paraphrase some of the highlights to these letters that the only negative thing i have said about the organization to my daughter in 3 years was to show her the ap news release about the child abuse settlements by the wt society .
i'll quote parts of the letter to mrs. flipper first :.
I'm so sorry.