This is the first time I have responded on this site. And I am so excited.
I have changed so much over the years. I was dfd when I was 17 due to rebellion. Rebellion against abusive parents that played the game so well. My mom was drunk more than she was straight and my dad, the elder, broke my cheekbone at the dinner table for looking at him wrong. I have always loved my rebellion against what isnt right. So that hasnt changed.
I spent years out of the truth completely alone. I always thought that I was too 'bad' to associate with the good brothers and sisters. I strived to be reinstated and was. I was a struggling single parent that went to the brothers for help financially once and they said that they dont do that. I was literally homeless and lived in my car for a while. Fortunately I met some 'christian' people that helped me get some food to eat and a roof over my head. And in time I got back on my feet but I never forgot how I was turned away from the 'brothers'. I stayed away from the troof but I always wanted back in to get close to the family I was deprived of for 30 years. Ironically I got a wild hair and decided to move half way across the country to Denver. Would you believe my baby sister moved here 2 months before I did. We didnt know each other since we were children. I was careful to not step on any toes and kept up my guard. She was a pioneer for years..but was on her way out of the troof herself. To make a long story short we celebrated xmas for the first time in our lives last year and I am in my 40's and she is in her 30's. We even got xmas presents from my brother the x-elder now dfd. And my mom sent gifts she too was dfd years ago. It was the most incredible xmas ever. My sister and I have become very close but we are very angry at what the troof stole from us. My dad and baby sister are still entrenched...sadly. But maybe someday I will have all my siblings back into my life.