If the Elders went after me now, they would be about 21 years too late! Actually, I began to slide away as early as 1970, but went to just enough meetings and a few hours of door to door and ministry school just to keep in touch with family and friends. I had ceased believing their doctrines and their harsh disciplinary methods of df'g, shunning and rejection, having found so many inconsistencies, but was not emotionally strong enough to pay the high cost of letting go. I was very insecure and had very low self-esteem.
I didn't realize that by doing this to myself, living a lie, I was really harming my inner spirituality and damaging my soul. By the time 1980 rolled around, I still wasn't sleeping and had terrible nightmares, and my marriage was in turmoil. I was still trying to be a good person, but had stopped participating in the ministry school and door to door service and my meeting attendence was very sparce. I was killing myself slowly. I had to make a decision.
Finally, in 1981, I got off the merry-go-round. I figured if I didn't make a stand and begin to try to live my life true to my heart that I would just be a miserable, unhappy, and ill person for the rest of my life.
During all this time, nearly ten years, not one "call" was made on me by any Elder or any concerned brother. My mother was so angry at me for "not believing" that she was seeing to it that I was basically labeled and slandered unjustly, and so my "friends" were "not available" any longer. So much for Christian love and concern. She must have thought this was some type of "tough love????" I suppose. It wasn't until I wrote my own Disassociation letter to the congregation and to the headquarters of the WTBTS that I felt truly free. I never got any written response to either.
Shortly after they received my correspondence, four Elders did come to my home and I wouldn't allow them inside. I spoke to them in a very forthright, sincere, honest hearted manner on the front porch. They appeared to be very sad and ashamed of the way I had been treated, especially by my own mother. These are people that I had known since I was thirteen years old. When they left, two of them were crying. They told me that I was always welcome to come back and that "I knew where the truth was". That was it. I was never sent a letter calling me in for disfellowshipping. What could they disfellowship me for? And, there was no announcement made.
However, despite the fact that no announcement was publicly made, everyone shunned me and rejected me anyway. You would have thought that I was a heathen, or someone that had done a horrible, dispicable thing. I have always wondered about this. I blamed my mother and her friends for spreading malicious gossip throughout the congregation and turning my friends against me. When they shunned me in the grocery store or department store, and when they crossed the street to avoid passing me by directly, I knew that I was paying the price for my decision. However, I never once confronted any of them or put them on the spot. I just left them be. It was their choice--their loss. I just began to put the past behind me and move forward with a new directive...HEALING myself emotionally and physically. I have never once regreted my decision.
Karen
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Edited by - Sentinel on 19 August 2002 11:57:26