the woman being in subjection thing is one aspect I still get angry about...(no point getting angry....). I see they are still at it...ick.
catherinedrew
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The letter re: coil binding the elder book
by booby ini think if an (intelligent) questioning jw was able to read the letter about coil binding the book the impact could/should be greater.
this letter should be an embarrassment to the gb.
what blatant and stupid instructions sent to a large group of men who are supposed to be available to instruct in an intelligent way persons coming with an assortment of life's problems.
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Duck and cover
by d indid any of you here have to do the duck and cover drills during the 1950's.since i never lived in that time period, i would want to know..
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catherinedrew
here in nz, kids do earthquake drills....leap underdesks, doorways etc. we have a plan should one strike. We live on faultlines. Learned to live with it.
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New here..
by breakfree injust wanted to introduce myself.
i've been reading your posts for a couple of months now and i think i finally have the courage to join in.
i have written and deleted this post many times.
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catherinedrew
hey welcome too! Ive had that peverted sort of jc meeting but I was way older (19). I feel so sorry for your 13 yr old self ( i have young teens myself and cant comprehend putting them through anything like that). What a lovely hubby you have...wow..thanks for your well written story!
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catherinedrew
Nice to read all the welcomes. thanks. Yeah, this upbringing is one that i find, never leaves me. It the "gift that keeps on giving"...Haha. My kids know I was bought up a jw all though they (thankfully) dont understand what it actually means. They cant quite believe I didnt do birthdays christmas etc. Its out of their realm of 'knowing'. yay.
When young, i thought i would stay a jw 'forever', couldnt wait to pat a lion etc...in fact, my mother used to do huge paintings of kids patting lions and animals and blue sky (u knowthe vision) and have them on our walls. I remember vividly the year books with photos of tortured women in Malawi,so it must have been the early 70's. One pic, specifically, was a woman sitting down bare breasted, with breast burnt off. The paragraph spoke of different kinds of torture. good reading for seven year olds. I remember family discussions on what we would do when it was our turn to be persecuted, tortured. (Yeah, it was a 'given'. OUr toenails were going to pulled out of our little child feet...it's all about being loyal to god. It was a given that our parents were going to be ripped away..etc..really beleived it) God! I so wanted to be 'good'. Im pretty sure other older peeps would remember the paradise regained (or lost and regained?) book. a sort of peachy colored, raised cover picture depicting 'bad' people falling into crevasses that had opened up in the earth. Open the book and it's full of pictures of skyscrapers toppling, fire, cars and people once again falling into the opened up earth, children as well. I think this book was aimed at us kids. we certainly read it. The books and meetings and wittnessing certainly kept me in line while I was young. I remember my sister and I knocking on the door of our first house together. By ourselves. I was 8 and she was 9. The mags were 5cents each. I remember not being able to sing christmas songs at school assemblys, or the national anthem. (I used to mouth the words). I remember having to go outside or to the library during religous instruction, outside when someone had birthday cake.
I really really wanted to join the brownies when I was 8.I wanted the uniform, the badges..i guess the comraderie. Nope, not for me. (only the wittness uniform.) Basically, i remember feeling like an outcast, all though i didnt have that language as a kid. It just felt bad. I didnt belong. I didnt have friends, (unfortunately, they were all going to die 'shortly). I remember 1975. Good friends of my parents, actually the elder that introduced them to the org, left. He left his wife and kid and lived his life. (he was actually a cool man, my mother ended up marrying him...yes..A WHOLE OTHER STORY). anyhow, i do remember a lot of whispering among the adults around that time. I will stop at this point, I have just read through and it sounds like a big whinge, Im not sure, why after all these years I am doing this. I think it's unfinished buisiness. Please bare with me!I have been really busy since leaving 'it', getting a degree, babies, life. My youngest only started school a few months ago. I am only just getting time to think. (?????)
thnks for listening.
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catherinedrew
what I actually wanted to say was "hi". A minor internet stuff up. sorry. Thanks for your welcomes. I was born and bought up as a jw,along with my two sisters and two brothers. I did not manage to leave till I was 27 (a long 'coming out' story). That was umm..about 18 years ago if I can do the math. (not very good at it). I live in New Zealand, I am married and have five free children. (I still, after all these years, appreciate not having to get up on a sunday morn and drag myself to the hall. I love the fact that we only get up on saturday mornings for the kids sport..no door knocking for them!) I have been reading posts here, some of which make me cry. I recognize myself. I recognize still, that feeling of my wasted youth..
My father and one of my bro's is still in. They live in Australia and I have spoken to my father twice in the last couple of decades. My brother is the same. I have a story, I need time to tell it.
Here in Nz, it's 2.25pm, wednesday. I have to leave soon and pick up a few kids from school.
Thanks for listening.
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