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everyday i wake up with knots in my stomach and trouble breathing.
my life continues to go into a downward spiral.
in the past, i had my dependence on god.
Welcome to the forum.
We care about anybody and everybody who has been hurt by the Jehovah's Witness religion.
We have been hurt as well, but have become stronger.
You will too!
it has been 2 and a half years since my departure from the religion.
i was told by my parents from the start that i would never speak to them until i returned to jehovah dog.
a few months later they told people they hoped i died before the end came, then all of this culminating in them telling my inactive / fading sister that they don't consider me a child anymore and they have given me up to satan.
I think on some level they know that they have issues. So they like to surround themselves with people that tell them how wonderful they are. They're like good mirrors.
Then, when you call them out on their bad behavior, you become the bad mirror, reflecting back to them their own brokenness. And they can't stand it and they lash out.
Eventually, I used her religion against her. I told the elders, excepting my father because I was tattling on him, the way my parents fought violently with each other and so they relieved my father of his position. My mother lost status in the congregation because her husband wasn't an elder anymore.
So many memories. She once tied me up for some reason or another. My father came home from work and was livid when he found me tied to one of the kitchen chairs. She used my own jumprope. I was about 7.
She had one of her rage attacks and I ran away after being screamed at for hours and hours. This enraged her even more, so she drove the car after me and yanked me into the car off the side of the road, ripping my clothes in the process. I was maybe 12. She couldn't stand not being in control.
I locked myself in my room once and pushed the furniture up against the door. This enraged both of my parents. So, they took the door off the hinges. I jumped out the window and tried to run away. I didn't even get out of the yard when my father knocked me down to the ground. I screamed for help and he stuffed grass down my throat so the neighbors couldn't hear. I was about 14.
My mother could no longer physically manhandle me, so my father took over. He was whacking me once when I was about 17. We were downstairs and I physically drug him upstairs trying to get away from him. He finally ended up slamming me against the kitchen counter repeatedly when I got away. I had a car by then and before I drove away, I told him if he ever touched me again I would call the police. The violence stopped then.
And, they wondered why I left as soon as I could at age 19.
But, boy, all sweetness and light at the meetings!
it has been 2 and a half years since my departure from the religion.
i was told by my parents from the start that i would never speak to them until i returned to jehovah dog.
a few months later they told people they hoped i died before the end came, then all of this culminating in them telling my inactive / fading sister that they don't consider me a child anymore and they have given me up to satan.
They call them the Dark Triad of personality disorders: psychopathy, narcissism and borderline personality disorder.
My mother was likely borderline and there were lots of narcissistic traits, too. The rage was incredible. She could rage for hours, for whole days. My sister and I would huddle together at night while my mother and father screamed.
She could turn it off like a faucet, though, if the phone rang. She would be so sweet.
One event I remember unfolded when I was about 13. My best friend, who I was lucky enough to attend school with, had an unbelieving father. My mother always talked bad about him and how terrible unbelieving fathers were. So, I told my friend and after she continued saying these things and I continued telling my friend, my friend decided to tell her mother.
Well, I'm sure you can understand how happy her mother was to hear that her husband was a terrible father, so she called my mother out on it. She literally called the house and confronted my mother and my mother denied it, sobbing and crying. Well, my mother was not used to getting called out on her bad behavior, so as soon as the phone was hung up, she called for me and hit me so hard upside the head I saw stars. Of course she screamed at me how terrible I was and how much of a liar I was. It was quite an ugly scene.
The thing is, in her head, she never said those bad things. She was only commenting on the father's lack of faith and not saying he was a bad father. She is so freaking borderline or narcissistic or psychopathic that she lies to herself and believes her own lies!
That's why these parents are extremely damaging to their children. They get their children to doubt their own reality. This is known as gaslighting. And it's beyond frustrating to a child who has no power. Because for the other half of the time, she's nice and she constantly compliments herself on her choice of career which was being a stay at home mom. So, mom ends up not being safe, physically and emotionally. And, that is job one for parents.
So, paul, I'm not going to fault you for standing up to your bullying mother. These people are used to getting away with their crap, so calling them on their abusive behavior is pretty damn important in my book.
in my area, a lot of the young jws, especially girls are getting breast implants, nose jobs, chin implants.
asian jws girls get eyelid surgery, and one girl even got her legs lengthen 5 inches making her about five feet nine inches tall the male jws are getting hair transplants and nose jobs.
and nobody in the congregation says a word, including elders.
I don't know why this has struck a nerve with me, but what COULD the elders say? Put the shoe on the other foot (gender) and maybe you'll feel the inapropriateness.
" So, Brother Bulgy, I notice you are more sizeable than before. You know Jehovah is made sad by penile enhancements. He would prefer you keep the modest package he gave you.
"Oh, I see. You're just wearing a new pair of Wonderpants? Oh, sorry, no problem then. Carry on."
Oh yeah, and imagine this counsel being given by a sister...
an elderly sister passed away recently.
family came to her memorial service from all over the country.
some of them, including grown-up, disfellowshipped children of hers, also came.
in my area, a lot of the young jws, especially girls are getting breast implants, nose jobs, chin implants.
asian jws girls get eyelid surgery, and one girl even got her legs lengthen 5 inches making her about five feet nine inches tall the male jws are getting hair transplants and nose jobs.
and nobody in the congregation says a word, including elders.
Seriously though, what SHOULD one say to a sister who suddenly appears with big boobs?
Isn't the correct answer...Nothing?
my wife has just left for the convention.
i dread it.
she will come home tired and cranky as always.
my amazing wife surprised me and bought tickets for us to hear richard dawkins tonight!
he is giving a lecture with someone and then they are having a q&a session.
anyone have any suggestions for questions i could ask?
considering the language, wording and grammar of anthony morris iii, if a teacher on the english language, at a prestigious university were to analyze anthony's public speaking, what comments and conclusions would they come to?
i say public speaking, because i would assume that an individual would be more careful with their words when spoken in public, than in private.
serious comments would be appreciated, however, i realize that outlaw and a few others are probably on a page of their own.. .
i have exchanged posts with a number of you in the short time that i've been a member of this most excellent forum.. as i initially posted, i have aspergers syndrome.
in my case it is both severe and mild.
it is mild in that unless you talked to me for some time you would only think me a little odd.