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  07 21 2019 Blondie's First Thoughts (Study WT May 2019 pages 14-19) COMFORT FOR ABUSE VICTIMS?

  by blondie in

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  2. friends

  blondie’s first thoughts review 7-21-2019 wt study (may 2019, pages 14-19 (comfort abuse victims!?).

  https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-study-may-2019/comfort-victims-of-abuse/.

  excellent general website: www.jwfacts.com .

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  TheOutSpoken1

  Thank you for this! It's disgusting they mentioned nothing about calling the police, filling a report, testifying on behalf of the victim.
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  Online Article About JW life from Ex-JW

  by TheOutSpoken1 in

  1. watchtower
  2. child-abuse

  each of us have experienced the aftermath of being a jw.

  we can all relate.

  my heart hurts for this child and what she went thru.

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  TheOutSpoken1

  Each of us have experienced the aftermath of being a JW. We can all relate. My heart hurts for this child and what she went thru. Story listed below.

  article is listed on yahoo home page via xojane by author Esperanza Hopewell

  IT HAPPENED TO ME: My Mom Dumped Me in Foster Care When I Renounced Her Religion

  Mom found an exceptionally nice friend at the Kingdom Hall. Fran babysat my low-functioning autistic sister and me for almost nothing a week so that my single mother could try to wean our family off of welfare by training to be a medical assistant at one of those colleges advertised on TV. Fran continued watching us after Mom graduated and got a job as a medical-records clerk when she couldn't get hired as a medical assistant.

  Fran not only opened her home to us, she made us feel like family. Her nine-year-old daughter, Michelle, was a year older than I was, and Tony, her son, was about 15. Tony was the textbook definition of geek. He was technologically savvy, socially awkward, well-read, and an "A" student. I thought he knew everything. He genuinely listened to me and made us laugh with his silly voices. I dearly wished I could trade siblings with Michelle.

  Michelle and I learned cooking, table manners, gardening and dishwashing from Fran, made mud pies and built "amusement parks" with hay bales and lumber scraps out in the big back yard full of play houses and fruit trees. Fran's house was like Eden.

  But every Eden has a snake, and this one's snake was Fran's husband, Gus.

  Gus would sit me on his lap while the family watched TV after dinner, and since he was like a surrogate father, I thought nothing of it. His hands would casually roam all over my rib cage when the room would happen to be empty, but I was too young to understand the significance. He used to ask me to help him make coffee in the kitchen and hug and kiss me as it brewed, sometimes with his tongue. I just assumed that this was the different way this family did kisses. He used to kiss me out by the fruit trees, back in the garage, wherever he found me alone. It's only in hindsight that I realize we were always alone when these things happened.

  But when he tried to unzip my pants, I knew that was wrong. I told my mom, and she told Fran.

  Fran's eyes widened as though she had sat on a tack. She leapt up and confronted Gus immediately out on their screened-in back porch with my mother and myself in tow. He denied it, and they believed him. They all then scolded me for lying about such an upstanding member of the congregation. He was a high-ranking Elder after all.

  My grades plummeted, and it didn't help that my teacher was male. If it hadn't been for good standardized test scores, I would have had to repeat fifth grade. That year was marked by an isolated and idiopathic asthma attack, mysterious aches and pains, shoplifting, encopresis, and a bout of pyromania that landed me on probation at the ripe old age of 10.

  Fran finally couldn't tolerate my destructive behaviors, so we got a new babysitter.

  We changed babysitters a lot over the next few years, and I was pretty much a total asshole to each and every one of them. Sometimes I cringe when I remember how mean I was to this one very nice kid's hamster, giving it a bath in water after the boy had explained that hamsters must bathe in sawdust because, if they get wet, they will catch pneumonia and die. We changed babysitters before I learned the hamster's fate.

  Mom finally gave up when I was in middle school and I became a latchkey kid. I started hanging out with our neighbors, who honestly felt more like a family to me than those in my own home ever had. Seventeen-year-old Jeanette brushed and styled my hair like a sister would, she got me a weekends-only job as a busgirl at the restaurant where she worked, taught me to apply makeup (Mom said I looked like a "damn Mexican"), to inhale when smoking (the first hit of Marlboro Red I actually inhaled gave one great buzz), and how to "play it off" when drunk or high. Her brother, Juan, made me feel safe. Maria, their mother, tried to help me see my mother's side and encouraged me to "meet her halfway." The concept was foreign.

  Although I feigned illness as often as I could, I still had to go with Mom to her meetings at least three times a week. Throughout each of the two-hour meetings preached by unpaid Brothers (most of ours were auto mechanics by day), I continually pestered my long-suffering mother for paper, a pencil, her watch, her necklace, a mint, permission to get a drink, permission to go to the bathroom, aspirin, nail clippers, a Band-aid. Sometimes, I amused myself by using a shiny surface to angle light into the speaker's eyes.

  From birth, Witness children are expected to remain quiet and attentive at their parents' sides; toys or crayons are denounced from the stage. To be properly trained, children of all ages must pay attention for the full two hours. After I turned 10, as Mom was getting dressed for meetings, I would occasionally down a full tumbler from the gallon jug of Gallo she always kept on the floor under the kitchen window, and that really helped me appear to be quiet and attentive. The filthy looks decreased. Or maybe I just stopped noticing.

  At the age of 13, I flat-out refused to attend another meeting. The Elders, my mother informed me, announced from the stage that I was a "bad association," which, in Jehovah's Witness speak, pretty much meant excommunication. I celebrated.

  One Friday not long after that, I got home from school to find my mother on the phone. It was Linda from County Services. She wanted to talk to me. She said that Mom and I needed a three-day "time-out," so she had arranged for me to stay at the Children's Shelter. She made it sound like summer camp, and hey, a Monday off school. So I packed clothes, makeup, cigarettes, a stuffed animal, and my yellow AM/FM headphones. Eddie Money's "Give Me Some Water" was playing loudly in my ears as Mom signed papers with a uniformed officer at the intake cubicle. He seemed appalled at the way I talked to my mother. I had no idea what he found so offensive.

  They put my personal belongings in a storage box, issued me a new set of clothes, and showed me to the Senior Girls unit, a big white dorm with 25 or so army-style bunk beds. The girls asked how long I was there for.

  "Three days," I replied.

  One of the twins there laughed. "That's what they tell everybody. We've been here six months." But I knew Mom was coming back for me Monday evening.

  After a few weeks, Jeanette came to visit me at the shelter. Over pizza from our favorite little hole-in-the-wall place near home, she mentioned that she had paid Juan to slash Mom's tires. I was all, "Orale! She had it coming." No one had ever gotten revenge for me before; I didn't know what else to say.

  By day, I was so overjoyed to be free that I habitually skipped through the unit, propelling myself up and forward by grabbing the foot rails of the top bunks. I silently cried myself to sleep at night.

  My mother never came back to the shelter, and she moved to an undisclosed location, telling the social workers that under no circumstances was I to have her contact information.

  After three months, I got placement in a group home instead of a foster home at my own request. Babysitters had taught me that I didn't want to compete with someone's own kids for resources, affection and attention. In a group home, everyone at least starts out on equal footing.

  My new home was on the other side of the county, which made calling me a toll call for Jeanette. This, combined with my lack of money for the payphone, made communicating inconvenient, so that wonderful, liberating, empowering friendship just kind of died. The foster care system purposely places troubled teens well outside of their home neighborhoods specifically to separate them from their thug "homies." It worked; Jeanette didn't contact me when they moved.

  I attended continuation school with all of the other group-home girls. It was full of stoners and head-bangers and had a smoking area large enough for the entire student body. Thankfully, the home provided each resident two packs of cigarettes per week, and our weekly allowance covered four more packs, so we weren't excluded from that important social opportunity. Grading emphasized "time on task" over performance, so long as you showed up and seemed to be at least trying to complete the assignment, you were golden. But I recognized that my teachers truly cared, and so I flourished. My classmates hated me for being a teacher's pet, but the faculty's esteem sustained me.

  As my grades improved over the course of five years, so did my mother's opinion of me. She was also swayed by the fact that Gus had molested another little girl.

  During the first year or two of my placement, Mom called occasionally and begged me to take back what I'd said about Gus. She tried to convince me that I must not have understood, that he was merely trying to fix my zipper because it looked broken... or it was my fault for sitting on his lap... or I was a good girl and would never have allowed him to kiss me like that. This time, she called expressly to inform me that she believed me now that he had done it again.

  To finally be believed was exhilarating, for an instant. But it was a half-assed victory; it didn't actually change anything. Nothing happened to Gus. I was still "in placement." I still had to befriend one counselor or another hoping she'd invite me to stay overnight at her home when the facility closed down at major holidays while the other girls went home to their families. That someone else had had to suffer before Mom would believe me confirmed that my own mother has never, ever had my back; that to her, everything the Brothers did was good; everything they said was the truth, and if anything contradicted them, that thing was evil. Because they said so.

  I was still volcanically angry, but she was extending an olive branch. Damaged and misguided as she was, in her heart she honestly was trying to be as good a mother as she knew how without breaking her religion. We'd had a few good memories after all, and who doesn't want her mother's approval? I guardedly accepted her guarded acceptance of me. When I was 17, she began occasionally inviting me to her new apartment.

  It was right around the corner from her old one.
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  Are people really happy at Bethel?

  by The Searcher in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  if they are this happy, why do they keep taking down this video?

  :).

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evulyocziz8&feature=youtu.be.

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  TheOutSpoken1

  First of all this is a direct copyright violation on the music tract. I'm sure not one of them contacted Pharrel to ask permission to use his music because they are not allowed to talk to worldly people..

  Secondly they are dancing in this video....bababbabhhhhaaa.....OMG I cant wait to see the fall out from this!!! 
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  Experiences With The Elders

  by minimus in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  did you generally have good experiences with the elders ?

  we're any situations especially memorable???

  pro or con.....

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  My now boyfriend recently had a run in with the elders at his hall. A girl from his past caved in because her JW marriage is falling apart and she felt her dealings with him in the past was something she needed to confess to save her marriage??? She told it all!!!!!.....He is no longer the shining example that he used to be known as. People knew about his reprimand before he knew the official punishment. Needless to say it was an eye opener for him. He saw how conditional their treatment is. He knows now to watch his back and front because the "friends" will blind side you with no loyalty. I think this is memorable for him because his eyes were opened wide to the witch hunt.
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  WHAT ARE YOUR MOST VIVID, ODD, or FUNNY Memories of Conventions and Assemblies of Jehovah's Witnesses?

  by Balaamsass in

  1. jw
  2. experiences

  share with us memories of the bizarre, funny, strange, what you hated, what you miss...we all have them.

  (question..why the big to do between terms- convention and assembly .

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  I remember people falling down the stairs when we had conventions at stadiums.......those cement stairs provided much entertainment. I also enjoyed looking around after the lunch break....i found it hilarious when people would wake up all startled and applause.....after the applause is over.

  Signing Out

  TOS1
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  WHAT ARE YOUR MOST VIVID, ODD, or FUNNY Memories of Conventions and Assemblies of Jehovah's Witnesses?

  by Balaamsass in

  1. jw
  2. experiences

  share with us memories of the bizarre, funny, strange, what you hated, what you miss...we all have them.

  (question..why the big to do between terms- convention and assembly .

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  How to make your exit with minimal pain while still living at home with your parents

  by sseveninches in

  1. jw
  2. experiences

  as requested, i've made a new thread with the info i posted on a previous thread.

  this is intended for young jws who have woken up from their anesthesia but still cannot move, or in other words, have learned ttatt but are still living with parents and are afraid of getting kicked out if they make their opinions/findings known.

  i am included in this group of people, because i myself still live at home with parents.

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  Thanks so much 4 this post...as a jw child who just recently finished my Bachelor's degree while living with JW parent who opposed.....i just want to tell all the other youth who want out to know that it is possible to leave! I cant emphasise it enough to NEVER GET BAPTISED! It is how they exercise power over you and they use it to make you feel guilty and extremely imperfect. You have to build a team of support outside the JW compound in order to survive. Be highly selective with who you share you desire to leave with, even other youths will try to railroad you and report u because they seek prominance in the Org. Im at the phase before the grand exit....let me tell you tell you the feeling of dying on the inside is an understatement. It feels worse, everything associated with the WTBTS is a lost cause and dead to you. Yet you cant speak a word against it. Hang in there...as the saying goes......fail to plan....and you will plan to fail.
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  Blondie's Comments You Will Not Hear at the 08-12-2012 WT Study (SHORTLY)

  by blondie in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  http://exjehovahswitnessforum.yuku.com.

  http://www.jwsupportforum.com/index.php.

  http://www.jehovahswitnessrecovery.com/.

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  This entire article is garbage! A few years ago the toes meant something, now they are completely insignificant! WTF type of holy, pure and just God commands his people to be taught something that is a total lie two to five years from now?! I just dont understand how they dont see that the WTBS is the main one sleeping with "harlot"...hek they have a key to her house..lol!..they blatently hold ties with the UN its all over the net! Are they that careless?

  TOS1
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  How many JW pedofiles do you personally know?

  by oldlightnewshite in

  1. watchtower
  2. scandals

  i was just thinking that out of the 200 jws that i actually know, at least 4 of them to my knowledge are pedophiles.

  i know for a fact, through personal confidences.

  that means, as far as my circle of jovo friends/acquaintances goes, 2% of them are kiddy fiddlers.. without mentioning names or details, how many do you know of for a certainty to be pedos, and what percentage does it work out at, considering all your circle of jovo friends?.

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  TheOutSpoken1

  I know of one personally. He got caught and has been sentanced to prison for abusing minor children. I always thought the behavior of his own children was wierd as I was a child growing up , they didnt act normally, now I know why.
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  WT Sells First Property for $7.1M

  by breakfast of champions in

  1. watchtower
  2. scandals

  just found online.

  the first of several properties in brooklyn heights that were recently put on the market by the jehovah's witnesses has been sold.

  the price paid was $7.1 million, slightly under its asking price, according to massey knakal realty services, the brokerage that was retained to sell three of the witnesses' buildings valued at a total of $18.45 million in the neighborhood.. the five-story, 20-unit elevator building at 50 orange st. was sold in an all cash deal, said robert knakal, chairman of the brokerage.

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  The sad part about this is that none of the 7.1 million dollars will go to the struggling faithful followers who cant afford their rent or mortgages cuz they gave it all to Jehovah...buying their salvation