Definitely improved self esteem here...its been 16 years + since I have been out. I was 18 when I left to be a part of the big world out there as a non-JW. Looking back, I never realized that I had self-esteem issues, but I did. Part of it was me being a girl and trying to measure up to "society" but a big part was because of what I endured at home while a JW.
In fact, from the age of 15-22 years, I had an eating disorder. When I was 15, my parents went on that Fit For Life diet that was popular in 1989 or 1990...I was always a chunky kid up until about late 8th grade-early freshman year of HS. I started to lose weight because of this diet my parents were on (you don't mix certain foods together like starches & veggies & meats together etc). It was awesome, I had never been thin! I had gone from being 5ft 135 lbs, down to 105 lbs and I ate. I also went to school, I pioneered with my mom, and I worked part time. I was very active.
Well, when I got down to 105 lbs, there were times where I was so busy, my weight would drop to 102-103, and my parents noticed. It became a rule in my house that Nikki had to be 105 lbs and no less. So, at certain random times, my dad would say "get on the scale". If I was 103.5 lbs, they would make me eat a bunch of cookies and milk after we would get back from the Tuesday night meeting for example. I remember the 1st time it happened, my mom had made these great lemon cookies. I ate them alright. The next day, I wake up, and my dad is waiting for me to get on the scale, well I was still 103.5 lbs. I pleaded with him to understand that I was eating, and that I did not understand why I did not gain a pound from eating all those cookies the night before. He told me then to go eat some more, so I did.
This went on for awhile and eventually I was so stressed out everyday wondering if my dad was going to ask me to get on the scale, that I wore certain clothes so he would not bother me, in fact, I avoided wearing black pants for sure!!!
Eventually, my best friend had confided in me that she had bulemia and it worked (in my mind, not thinking about the harmful consequences of it). So, I started throwing up. It was a control thing, it started when I was still at home, and it ended when I got pregnant with my daughter at 22. Up until that point, I wanted to do it, I wanted to get back at them for making me a freak, so to be speak.
In fact, alot of what I did when I 1st left at 18 was to get back at them, I would think about them while I threw up. I was so self-destructive in everything I did. I found that I was so unbalanced, and unsure about so many things about myself, what the hell was wrong with me?
I got better, the mind of someone with an eating disorder does not go away, you just have heal and not act on your thoughts. It was tough but I got through it. I excercise daily and try to take care of myself. I am 35 years old now and much more comfortable in my own skin than I ever was and I feel for those here that are not at that point. Yet, a big part of it is because of life experience, and just moving on. Find out what makes you happy, and its OK to not know what makes you happy either, but find out.
Sorry for the book but this thread brought back memories of how I was trying to find myself by myself, my parents stopped speaking to me once I was DF'd, I was so hurt by them. They stopped talking to me, when I really should have cut ties with them the day I turned 18. I think they felt I runined their lives when I left, well they runined my childhood with the backing of the org. All they did was make me feel worthless, and I am not even close to being worthless!
So, those of you that feel worthless or not good enough, I assure you, you are not. Its that strong JW cult mindset, do not let it take over you, you are worth it.
Nikki