I spent my first two years after I got out getting even -1989 to 1991. A person has the power the shut down the door-to-door work at a KH, if he wants to put in the time. You can take all the joy out of going to the KH for them and any respect in the community. After 2 years of guerilla warfare, I got on with my life and never looked back. shalom,
Moshe
Moshe ... I'd love to hear that story. Did you post it anywhere on this site? Not that I plan on any guerrilla tactics, just curious.
I left the org in '89. But I only recently started hating them. Thing is, when I left, I still believed the big A was around the corner. I was nineteen and knew I couldn't live such boring life ... going door to door was not my thing. I'd always been mortified in field service when I ran into someone I knew, someone from school ... or later in my teens, someone I'd slept with. I'd never been a good little witness anyway ... secretly indulging my lascivious desires since I was young teen. I just wanted to have fun. I wanted a real life. And if I had to go to another 'gathering' where we all sat around playing some word game I would've slit my wrist.
So I left. Disassociated myself from family and friends.
But the point is, even as I partied and played I was always looking over my shoulder terrified of my inevitable fate. I was haunted my fear of the big A.
That was twenty years ago. I had once thought that growing up JW made me a better person. Now I know that it's damaged me. This site is like therapy. I've only been on here a week and I've gone through thread after thread ... reconnecting with a past I've mostly blocked out. I now realized had I not be indoctrinated and mostly assimilated by the borg, my life would have taken a much different course. It's wasn't until my thirties, ten years after leaving, that I began to see the cult-like nature of the JWs, and it began to dawn on me that the big A wasn't coming ... at least not in the way they were preaching.
I went back to school, and regreted not doing it earlier. I don't hate witnesses individually ... I hate the organization. I hate that my mom is still under their spell. I hate the fact that I lived my life for a decade believing I was on some list of those to die and be eaten my vultures. That supposed inevitablity affects how you live your life. I engaged in every reckless behavior imaginable, drugs & sex (lots and lots of drugs and sex). It took a decade to pull myself out of that hedonistic downslide ... and almost another one to get over it.
Yeah ... I hate them.
Someone once said that life begins at forty. Well, in my case ... its 39.
taylorS