What a subject!
I was an only child. Dad an elder, mom a regular pioneer. My parents were completely obsessed. To share some examples, Six Flags Great America in Gurnee Illinois, a roller coaster called the Demon. I was not allowed to ride it because of the name. My dad had a best friend that was an elder and he did not let his daughter ride the Demon either because of the name and therefore, my dad said I couldn't. I went to High School next to Great America, had a season pass, when my parents were not with me, I rode the Demon. I was just there with my kids, took them on the Demon as many times as I could, I was obsessed with riding the Demon just for the gratification! lol.
I had to sit between my parents at every meeting. Yet, when I was 15 this kid who was a JW, dad was an elder, killed his parents (this has been talked about on this site before) and my parents found the bodies. At the funeral, we went to sit down together as we normally do and before I sat down, I told my parents that I could no longer sit bewtween them because it gave me the creeps, Willie always sat between his parents! To my surprise, they agreed.
In 1989, my parents went on this "fit for life" diet. Therefore I did too. I starting losing weight. Eventually, they started weighing me every morning. I was not allowed to be under 105. If they weighed me and I was at 103 (because of fluctuation), we would get home from the Tuesday night meeting and my mom would pour a tall glass of milk and force me to eat 5 cookies. Then they would weigh me the next morning, I still did not gain weight. This would happen every night (late) until I did. Note that I was just so busy that my metabolism was great. Eventually, I was so worried about being weighed that I wound up later having an eating disorder. Freaks!
If my parents did not feel I made enough notes and highlites in the studies we had to prepare for, they grounded me or gave me some form of disipline. Every preporation for certain studies, I was so stressed out! Worried so bad that I felt I was getting ulcers. I spent my entire childhood walking on my toes.
There are so many things! Later in life, after eight years of not seeing my mom (have not seen or talked to my dad since Oct 1992), we reunited (Ive posted this before), found out she had been diagnosed with severe dispression and she also became an alchoholic. Growing up, she had the signs, but I just thought it was normal. She has been DFd for 5 years now, and has been over 3 years sober, I am so proud of her. But, these days we talk about the obsessions of my childhood and she apologizes every single time, shes so full of guilt. I tell her its OK, I hold no grudges. I just did not know she was sick, she was still in the org so deep, she did not know any better. I forgave her. She has her life back now.
Nikki