Thanks everyone! It took quite a bit of therapy to get to the point where I realized that this wasn't my fault. The guilt caused major depression and there were times I wanted to go back just to have my family back. Ultimately, being in a kh caused me to feel physically ill, so it's been years since I even tried. In therapy, I learned to grieve the relationship I wanted but could never have with my mother. I love her so much, and being on this site has helped me understand that her mind is no longer her own. She can't love me the way she wants to because she isn't her own person any more. One day, I pray that we can sit in a room and talk without tiptoing around landmines. Until then, every time we spend time with each other, I find myself spending extra time cataloging memories, just in case it's the last time we see each other.
Thank you for your advice. Black sheep, I hope one day I can sit down and start restudying the literature. Talk about fighting fire with fire.
Mamalove, fortunately I was working for a bit before my h.s. graduation. I spent a month or so living with a high-school associate (not friend, associate) , then used my modest savings and the graduation money I had been given and got my own little place -- in a very rough neighborhood, but it was all my own. Thank goodness for my great communication skills -- one thing I can really thank my upbringing for. I was able to talk my way into a job where I supported myself comfortably and started going to college. It took 10 years, but I finally graduated with my Bachelor's degree a few years back. And guess what? My parents were there, crying at my graduation. I cried too, not because I was graduating, but because my parents were there watching me achieve what they said I never could. Contrary to their words, I never ruined my life, never ended up on drugs, pregnant out of wedlock, homeless, etc "like all former JWs do". I was successful, happily married and graduating from the University they told me I could never go to.
I pray all of us with family in this wretched organization will be around when our family finally sees the light and, just like Lazarus being raised from the tomb, "come on out"!
Thanks again for the kind words and best of luck to you all.