Hi Stash,
Thank you for posting your story.
I will try to give the Reader's Digest condensed version of my story.
My material grandmother became a JW when my Mom was 5. My Mom married another JW at 14. He, my Father, was 19. My Father, a cruel alcoholic, was disfellowedship a few years later for reasons I am not clear on. My Mom's family, which was almost all JW's, abandoned her because of my Dads DFing. She was a teenager, had a baby, and a alcoholic husband. What a loving family! gag!
Five years or so later, Dad gets reinstated. However, only goes to a few meetings because all his friends in the Cong are gone. Things are still very stressful in my home. JW grandmother lives with us now. Tries to convert anyone that steps into her sphere of influence. We are the joke of the neighborhood. I'm miserable most of the time. Beaten a lot of just doing normal kids stuff. Dad drinks and gambles. Mom feels helpless. I actually go to meetings and out in service with my grandmother to get out of the house. Desperate for a place to get some peace and the little old ladies at the KH and book studies are nice to me. However, I want to be normal (b-days, holidays, etc, just fun in general) and I feel guilty for this. I am about 8 or 9 at this time. I know I'm dead meat in Armageddeon and I have nightmares about this for years!
When I was 10 we did "christmas". No tree, but we got presents. My mom always hated the WTS and I think was the force behind starting
Christmas in our house. I was thrilled. Dad rationalized it. Even though he had faded, he still believed in the teachings and "the end". Geez! If I had a dollar for every gloom and doom story I had to hear! So, I always had in the back of my mind, if the JW's were right, I sealed my fate by getting presents on christmas day. Now, it seems such an absurd idea!
Spent most of my late adolesence depressed. I was a good kid, didn't get into trouble, but always felt so helpless and powerless.
To grow up in a JW home is bad enough, but then to have a lunatic alcoholic parent is a double whammy. I had an eating disorder and spent 6 weeks in hospital treatment for it when I was 25.
I spent most of my 20's just trying to shed my JW past. I just wanted to forget about it all. I married a dear, sweet man at 25. Been happily married 14 years now with two kids.
How I got HERE. After years of shunning some of my Mom's JW contacted me. It just got me thinking about my upbringing and I did a search on the internet. I found Freeminds, which then, brought me here.
This place can get pretty wild sometimes. However, most are kind and compassionate people. The things I have learned about the Org. Enlightening, yet appalling. Take your time trying to soak it all in.
Andee