My non JW father died when I was around the age to start school.
Raised a JW by my mother, I believed we would see my dad again in ‘paradise’, and going to the boring meetings was our way of getting there.
All my school friends would first be destroyed to make way for the beautiful paradise. Once my friends and unbelieving relatives were killed, only then could I have the joyful reunion with my dad.
I knew as a 6 year old, this was messed up.
The JW religion plays Russian roulette with a child’s mental health.