@MaryKN I've developed a bit of a mental strategy by drawing a parallel between WT slaves (my parents) and drug addicts. I had a period of my life where I got hooked on drugs and the party scene. I took it to the extreme and hit rock bottom. That's when I decided to sober up. As I got clean, I'd still run into my old party friends who were still going strong. And they'd tell me how much I was missing - that I've become so "boring" and need to "get on it a little", etc. At first, I'd try and explain what I'd achieved with my sobriety and how much my life has improved, how much happier I am, how my mental breakdowns had ceased, et cetera. But they would have none of it. They'd reason their way around it. It took some time before I finally realized it: I was trying to validate myself to people with diminished mental capacity due to their ongoing intoxication. Their sense of reality was warped. And I quietly started to pity them when they'd make desperate pleas for me to "come back". Misery loves company, even when they're convinced that they're having the "best time (life) ever". So when I would see them, I'd smile knowingly, give their shoulder a squeeze and just roll with the verbal jibes."You sound like you're having fun. That's nice."
The correlation I draw between these slaves to hard drugs and our family who are slaves to the WT is, both substances (one is chemical, one is propaganda) are potent and are inhibiting our loved ones' ability to think. They cannot see clearly. They need their fix in order to put one foot in front of the other and get through the week. Their mental facilities and ability to see logic have been hijacked. So when my mother goes on a rambling tirade about how doomed I am, that I'm making a mistake, that I should just try come back to one meeting - just to get a taste for what I'm missing, that I "must be miserable", that I NEED to come back... I just smile and remember quietly that this isn't my mother talking. It's the WT drug and the skewed reality she's living in. All it takes is a polite smile and a simple (yet persistent), "that's interesting", or "that's nice" to dissolve both the situation at hand, and the mental anguish I may start to feel.
There's no sense trying to reason with someone intoxicated.