Speaking of exacerbation and exasperation . . . and exaggeration.
If you are an eager Christian male, reaching out to do fine works, there is the element of getting dumped on. Of course, men AND women in the organization who are, by nature helpful and giving, receive the "difficult cases." How could they possibly say no to someone in need?
I can't speak for others, but I naively figured that in helping others I helped myself. True enough; however, Dr. Dixon, Bethel physician, told me that I was not so bright for burning the candle at both ends. How does a young indentured servant say no? There was the Bethel assignment, five and one half days a week, going out every night to meetings and/or service, and the entire weekend (after work, Saturday) out in service and doing shepherding. Oh, yeah -- more meetings and cleaning afterwards. Did I mention going to upstate New York and setting up new groups?
Now, to my point about exacerbation and exasperation. We often were assigned to help needy Witnesses with matters beyond spiritual: health, employment, legal, etc. I was in a foreign language congregation and few brothers and sisters knew English. Imagine guiding these poor souls through a maze of obstacles in relation to such trying matters. They came to America to work and send money home to impoverished families whom they missed terribly. Our trying to help them resolve these issues while maintaining our own balance was beyond hope.
And, in future congregational situations, the "special needs" friends created problems for us due to their inability to function on their own. After a while, sleepless nights and daily confrontation with seemingly unsolvable problems take their toll. There is no escape.
To survive, you -- the helpful, giving brother or sister -- have to quit. The above, you probably will agree, is no exaggeration of the facts. Suicide is the last desperate cry when there truly appears no help. I came close often, but many friends -- including fellow Bethelites -- ran away to find relief. Some stayed in the organization, but, either at Bethel or later on, ended their lives.
Then, for those managing to hold on, but barely, there's the FOG . . .