I dreaded door-to-door FS. Every time.
The worse, nauseous feelings washed over me as we'd park the car at the end of the street and get out.
Anxiety and panic filled me so much that by my early 20s I stopped doing it all together.
I began writing letters so I could "get some time in" and please men.
And fought the cognitive-dissonance of a loving God expecting me to act against my nature for "hours".
Busy-work for sure... it's all JWs have to feel productive in life. Even if the whole morning is wasted driving around and finding nobody at home. A 3-hour morning gets tallied on a small paper slip and one's inner self is let off the hook.
Return visits and studies were a HUGE relief.
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