There was a rumor being spread that I was a hooker in Vegas, and that I moved there to be a prostitute.
I was living in Las Vegas for the summer because that's where my DAD lived (my parents were divorced). I mean, that rumor was LAUGHABLY wrong! How could anybody even keep a straight face while repeating something so obviously contrived?
Then there were also the generic one-size-fits-all JW gossip about how I was sleeping with worldly guys, doing drugs, and boozing it up.
There was also a rumor that I was crazy and schizophrenic.
When I moved out of my mom's house to get away from the abuse (I was beaten, starved, forced to sleep in the cold, and my mother actually threatened to kill me for disobedience at that point)... my mom told everyone that I RAN AWAY FROM HOME. Like a classic rebellious teen throwing a tantrum. In reality, I had contacted a social worker and a low cost attorney and started the emancipation process, and told my mother I would agree to live with her again if we got family counseling. She pretended to agree, but then just had me dragged into the back room with the elders to be yelled at and told that everything was MY fault and that I was abusing MY MOM, and not the other way around. She never even set anything up with a counselor, and that was the last chance I was willing to give her. I went to court and finished the process, and was for most purposes considered an adult and independent of my mother. She didn't want her reputation to be damaged, so she of course villainized me and told everyone I ran away like an immature whiny brat who didn't get her way.
Then, at the new congregation I moved to, rumors still followed me! The elders dragged me into that cozy little back room I was so familiar with, and demanded to know my "criminal history". Since I had been to court, it could ONLY be because I committed a crime, according to them. So, in my new congregation, I was a criminal, in spite of the fact that there was no evidence of any crime, no court record, NOTHING.
And, my best friend's mom (also a JW) didn't believe I was a virgin, and demanded to physically check my dainty little girl parts, I kid you not. And of course my refusal to allow her to violate me like that was used as evidence of my guilt. Because in JW Land, you are guilty until proven innocent. And even then you can still be declared guilty anyway.
Such fond memories. Why did I ever leave? Oh right... for selfish reasons.