Thank you, Simon. Until you have walked in someone's shoes especially when your a child and your parents are suppose to protect you from such wickedness and they don't, you bet some of us are hurt. Just picture a ten year old child watching their parents fight physically in front of you because one will follow the org on the no blood issue while the mother has gone into a deep depression until she takes her life a few years later on the very same date her son passes away. And your only ten, and your brother that is dying is eleven so your about to lose your play mate for life. All because of no blood. I hope none of you will ever experience that.
The fact that I had to leave home at fifteen not know anyone in the world because you tell your mother that your father tried something on you and she tells you the only thing to do is leave home. So here I was at fifteen hitchhiking into the closest town and staying in a van at the auto wreckers not knowing who to trust or where my next meal was going to come from let alone finishing my education which I did later on. Honestly, I don't know how I did it.
Why are any of us on this site? To me angry and bitter is posting pics and making fun of the witnesses and name calling. Do you really think jw's will want to read here. I came here because people like the Searcher, Blondie, Mary ect ,,, were opening my eyes to the falsehoods of the org. and are mature about it. I get angry when I see this and want to share it with my older sister whom I will never be able to talk to ever again or my two other brothers or all my nieces. All in the name of jw.org.
I've earned the right to be sad, angry and bitter if that's what some think but next time you post make sure you choose your words wisely. We didn't ask to be abused and manipulated by an organisation which my parents were also under their influence. Having your childhood, parents and siblings stolen from you as well as fake friends in the org was not what I had signed up for and never will again in the name of god! All I wanted was a sense of belonging that I had taken away from me for such stupid reasons.