-- I just wondered how many of you were still doing books studies with potential converts and door to door work when you had already decided the organisation was NOT the truth? How did this feel? Did you alter your approach? Would the potential converts have known that something was up or would this have been too dangerous. (This is me wishfully thinking that the JWs who come over to "convert" me might be having doubts...) --
Nah...in November of 1997 I had a meltdown at the kingdom hall in the 'blue room' with two elders. Went home, was devastated..took me a long time to pull through. Changed congregations, was on and off at meetings for the next year and then finally just quit going. However, prior to November 1997 I had been auxillary pioneering on a continuos basis for about a year trying to build up hours, studies and stamina to regular pioneer. My application allegedly got lost in the mail. There was a changing of the guard. The new guard took exception to my fashion sense...yeah...the fashion police...I took exception to their wanting me to look like their mousy wives and after everything was said and done my heart was literally broken, my spirit crushed and my will to continue on dissipated! As I have said here before, I wound up in a deep depression in the fetal position on our bed for awhile and when I pulled myself out of it I hated everyone in authority from God down to the elders and wanted nothing to do with any of them. Due to family obligations however we stuck it out for another year. But one day, one Sunday we looked at each other and said what are we doing and spent the day at home. The following Thursday hubby had number two talk..he had been demoted to 'count your blessings you still have school privileges so be happy with the #2 talk' status...he gave a resounding reading...actually the best ever! In fact, it was so stirring the school overseer spewed out accolades in abundance. However, when my hubby was finished with his talk, he dramatically closed his Bible, looked up at the entire audience, said 'thank you' motioned to me with his hand to pick up our things, stepped down the 3 steps to our row, reached out for my hand and walked me down the aisle and out the back door and asked me how it felt to never have to go there again! I was so speechless and so blown away we went out and celebrated just laughing our collective hineys off with the faces and you know the things they would be saying about this for a long time to come. Not to mention the great things the school overseer was saying and it would be the last talk! I mean . that number 2 talk was dynamite....and let's face it..they are hard to make exciting...but his dramatic presence both in poise and in style...my heart went pitter patter....we have not gone back...never will...and to this day my husband cracks me up routinely when he quips something out of the blue that is all JW life related...catches me sideways sometimes and I lose it laughing so hard. What a life we lived..