I went last night. It was actually an interesting experience for me on many levels.
I read Elsewhere's post on the talk and the "Special Announcement", and showed the announcement to my son. I told him it would be word for word and he decided it would be fun to memorize it and mouth the words along with the speaker at the end. Since I'm trying to avoid DFment, I wouldn't let him do that...
I wasn't nervous like I thought I would be. It was held at a school along with another congregation, so I figured I'd get lost in the crowd to a certian extent. The love-bombing started in the parking lot. But I was prepared.
One after another, people approached me and offered a hug with their happy-but-sorrowful smile (the, 'we're-so-happy-to-see-you-but-know-you're-a-gonner-because-you-don't-go-to-meetings-anymore' look - you know the one...) They asked in a concerned voice, "How are you doing?" to which I replied, "Fine!" and then proceeded to ask a question specific to their personal life. Every single last one of them forgot their concern for me, and launched into a monologue on their problems. I encouraged them with questions at the appropriate times... the fact that people were standing around 3 deep to say hi didn't stop the in-depth unburdening of their personal problems.
We sat way in the back (my husband was a 'server' so I got to pick my own seat!) I had forgotten how utterly miserable the poor kids are at meetings. Stressed out parents trying to keep their kids quiet, and little kids trying to understand why they can't be little kids, but have to sit like statues as some guy drones on and on about something they can't understand. The kids get louder, the parents more stressed, and finally they grab the poor kid like a sack of potatoes and stomp off into the back. The kids who sat quietly had this sad, blank stare. It's so sad.
I pointed out some scriptures to my kids during the talk, (why did the speaker read this verse but not the one after, which changes the whole meaning of the verse he just read...?) More love-bombing after the final song, which I couldn't bring myself to sing because I don't agree with it....
All in all, it went pretty well. When I think back to last year's memorial, and where I was in my exit then as compared to now, it's truly amazing. Last year, I felt very nervous, scared even, guilty, and insecure. This year, I feel sorry for all these people. I understand how trapped the truly 'good ones' are, and how stressed out and inadequate they feel. I wouldn't trade my feelings of freedom and self-worth for anything.
The love bombing was kinda fun, though! I grew up a JW and have never been love bombed before.... made me almost wanna join again... NOT!!!!!
GGG (of the I'm So Glad It's Over Class)