Pre-JW: Shy little girl with a physical deformity, loved by my grandparents and my teachers, earnest, maudlin, empathetic, did well in school and had a few close friends. Both grandfathers were uneducated country preachers.
Becoming a JW: Dad's boss came to our house about 3-4 years every week for "Bible study." Ignorant hillbilly ("Appalachian American," to be politically correct) self was quite impressed by them and their ability to quote scripture. I idealized them and wanted to be like them. When my dad got a Civil Service job, he stopped the study. Rare association with JW's for about 3-4 years. At age 15, parents decide to go to nearby Baptist church. Jack Van Impe comes to do a "revival," and spends a lot of time warning about Jehovah's Witnesses. My undeveloped teenage brain then saw JW's as the "underdog" and wondered why this rich evangelist felt so threatened by them. Much of his "information" was inaccurate as well, so I thought he was lying. Decided to look into JW religion further. Ironically, Jack Van Impe was the real catalyst for my conversion the the Watchtower "faith."
Being a JW: I started out as a maverick of sorts, in that I became a JW while no one else in my family did. I was lonely, but tried to make the best of the situation. I still hung out with a "worldly" friend from high school, as the JW kids I had previously hung out with were mostly married or moved away. Eventually, I married an elder and moved to another state. Life with him started out unhappily. I actually got ill the first week of our marriage - unheard of! Little by little, I adjusted to my new life, as I had a slavish temperament and had always been very obedient, trying to stay out of trouble. I almost never watched TV, so my husband would come home and turn on the TV because, as I later figured out, TV was where he got ALL information he knew outside the Watchtower system.
In 1972, I had a daughter, and she changed my perspective on the world. I started asking myself if I wanted her to have the kind of life I had. I came to realize she would probably do just as I was doing, and I was creating a doormat life pattern for her. I decided to take some classes at the local university. I was forbidden to do so. I asked family members to borrow money to take two classes. They agreed. There was a fight about it every day. Elders derided me, asking if I planned to "teach English in the New Order" and such nonsense. 1975 had come and gone by this time, and I was waking up to the reality that I might actually live to get old in this world, despite constantly being reminded that Armageddon was just over the next hill, so to speak. I realized that I had become an uptight, mean-spirited person, so unlike the sweet little girl everybody liked.
One day my cousin stopped by to visit. I advised him of my unhappiness and my struggles. I told him I was going to take a year and see if anything changed; if not, I was leaving. He told me I could stay with him until I got on my feet. Well, nothing changed, of course. So I left, aided and abetted by an ex-JW friend and a friend who was still a JW, but was open-minded and saw my unhappiness.
Post-JW:: It was a struggle at first. I re-entered the job marked. Fortunately, there were lots of jobs in the town where my cousin lived. I earned little money, but knew from my wonderful grandmother how to survive on very little.
My friend who helped me get away left the JW's shortly after I did. I went to visit her, and she introduced me to her classmate in graduate school. He and I got married. He was a total contrast to my first husband. He was well educated, thanks to parents who heavily emphasized education. He was in the top one percent of the smartest people I had ever met. He wanted me to finish my degree, so he supported me while I returned to college and graduated! Unfortunately, he had a serious drinking problem that escalated over the years, and it became unbearable to live with him, and we got a divorce.
I am now open to new ideas and am excited about life and its possibilities at any age. I no longer hang back and can talk to almost anyone about almost anything. I have learned to value freedom and opportunity.
I am 66 years old, am studying Chinese, and have a goal of going to China to teach English. More growth and adventure ahead!