I was DFed twice. The first time, I was 18. I felt adrift without the old structure and social group, went back to meetings soon afterwards, looked as remorseful as I could, and was reinstated.
When I began going back to meetings, I had no car, so I walked about two miles to the Kingdom Hall. After the Wednesday night meetings, it was a bit treacherous to walk back home in the dark along an unlighted highway. A kind-hearted sister picked me up one night and drove me home. She explained that she would have to ask the elders if it was okay for her to continue doing this. The elders judged it more fitting for an elder and his wife to give me a ride home after that. It was kind of them to give me a ride and certainly a chink in the JW DFing armor, but looking back it seems so strange that one would have to ask permission of church elders to do a kind act.
After about four years of being "good," I began to feel as though I were sleepwalking through my own life. I felt a restlessness I could not explain. I began secretly listening to Led Zeppelin in my car at high volume. Then I added a cigarette once in awhile. Eventually I had an affair with a man from Kentucky.
I immediately confessed to the elders. I wanted help. I wanted to talk about the restlessness and emptiness I felt. I wanted to know what was wrong with me, why I didn't feel Jehovah's spirit filling my life, even though I studied and prayed and tried. I trusted that if I were repentant, I would not be DFed.
I discovered with a jolt that repentance was not the prime issue. The big question was, 'Did I use birth control during my tryst with Kentucky man?' It was a Catch 22. If I had used birth control, my actions were premeditated. If I had not used birth control, I might be pregnant and bring shame on the congregation. Somehow delaying a decision until I could find out if I were pregnant was not an option.
No one asked why I had done this. It wasn't until years later that I figured it out myself. I thought then that sex was the price you paid for intimacy, a feeling of closeness, a feeling of being loved, even if it was temporary. I was hungry to feel loved.
I cried a lot during the meeting while a legal discussion went on around me. I was hurt and disappointed. Where was Jehovah's spirit? I thought he knew me and my heart? Did I truly deserve to be cast out? Was I deceived by a treacherous heart? I began to feel numb. I just wanted out. I wanted to escape.
After much discussion, one of the elders leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees, talking to me slowly, as if to a child. "If we do not disfellowship you, will you promise never to do this again?"
I thought about the question. I had already explained my religious situation to Kentucky man and did not plan to continue the liaison. I wanted to be good, I wanted to do what was right. But somehow a little smidgen of integrity welled up inside me. Should I make a promise I was not sure I could keep? What about my treacherous heart and sinful nature?
"Who of us can promise not to sin?" I answered. I explained I had no plans to continue my behavior. I just didn't want to make a false promise.
The elders conferred together privately, and I was disfellowshipped. One of the elders, one whom I had considered my friend, walked me out to my car. "It would have been okay if you hadn't gotten on a high horse about that promise," he said. I got into my car and drove home alone.
That was nearly 15 years ago.
I have sinced learned that the Bible is not a great source of sexual ethics. Still, I am drawn to Vitameatavegamin's plea for understanding and love:
It no longer is about the sin committed. That has probably faded in to the past. Yes, a person may be repentant for the sin committed. But ultimately, that has to come from within you. You need to understand WHY you were wrong. I have often wondered how much good DFing does for people with serious problems. I sometimes think maybe they need some extra love and concern to help them see their error. Jesus himself did this. Remember again what the word Christian means.
I craved love, concern, and understanding. I received legalism and judgement.
Ginny