I was born into it. At the end of 1967. About two years before I was born, my second brother was born and my mother decided to give up her teaching career to raise her children. My mother is a brilliant, well-educated, very articulate person. My father, on the other hand, while quite bright, was not well-educated, and enjoyed simple things like watching television and reading books about history, and is not very social or talkative.
About a year before I was born, my mother miscarried her third pregnancy, and I can only guess at her devastation-and all the self-loathing that goes with a failed pregnancy. She must have been depressed, and feeling very unimportant-just a mom with two toddler boys at home, and a husband who didn't challenge her intellect.
Then one day (probably about the time she got pregnant with me), an old man with not only a Swedish accent, but a speech impediment, knocked on her door, while she was up to her nose in dirty diapers and Cheerios, offering her a paradise (where miscarriages never happened) of perfection, and a pseudo-intellectual pursuit to fill & sustain her mental cravings. They got her when she was weak, insecure, and feeling unappreciated. I am sure she was love-bombed. And she was educated-a real catch for the dubs back then (and probably still now).
A few months after I was born my mom got baptised and is still, to this day, fully ensconced in the cult. I have one brother who is "sort of" in, but my other brother and I are out. My dad never joined. And for all the times he could have left us and gotten himself a normal life and family, he stayed. What character! I know that was a true parental sacrifice on his part - not to leave - when leaving could have been so easy.
And as for my mom, because she is married to an unbeliever, she will never be in "the in crowd" that she so longs to join, nearly 40 years, never being good enough. What a waste.
Shoshana