In my first year of high school we studied the reformation and I was impressed by how people fought for their beliefs, but jw were not mentioned and I knew from the meetings they only made an appearance in the late 1800's. I wondered how the only true religion survived such a religious revolution as I understood Jesus etc to be jw. the seeds of doubt were sown in the thirteen year old me. However, I couldn't talk about it or question it due to organisational culture, you just didn't do that. I went on to get baptised at 16 and began pioneering. I still didn't believe this was the true religion but the pull of family and friends kept me in. To cut a long story (very) short, in my mid twenties I da'd myself. Couldn't be happier, however my mum wouldn't have anything to do with me so I returned to the meeting and after what seemed a near eternity I was re-instated. However at the meeting when it was announced there was no love bombing, no support, no bible study, no one to buddy me up in field service. Nothing at all. So I stopped attending, guess what, nobody bothered. No-one called on me, invited me to the memorial, gave me a shepherding call. I was simply ignored. This was despite my next door neighbour being a ministerial servant, he knew where i was alright. I thought about the parable of the lost sheep and how far the shepherd would go to find that sheep and if this was the true religion, I would be found; well I wasn't and so therfore this isn't the true religion. The next contact I had was five years later when they knocked on my the door shortly after the birth of my first son, at last I thought, they have found me. Anyway they only came to tell me that if I didn't come back to meetings my son would have no mother after Armageddon. I was crying and really upset at this. Enough said.
I now have a lovely, peaceful life with a non jw husband who doesn't beat me black and blue and prevent me from talking to anyone who is male, including my dad I have two beautiful children who give me joy every day, dressing in their superhero fancy dress and embracing their imagination. And hey guess what, I have a career to!!
... I should have trusted my instinct thirty years ago.