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  Was Public Reproof Traumatic for You?

  by zenpunk in

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  i was reproved at the age of 17 and, believe me it was a nightmare at home.

  first, my parents felt such shame over me - i was such an evil disappointment to them.

  i would hear my mother talk on the phone to other sisters about how sad she was about the way i had turned out.

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  CainAgain

  Exactly. Ones who were allowed to talk to me because 'they said so'. Wouldn't have expected anything less and vice versa. cheers!
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  Was Public Reproof Traumatic for You?

  by zenpunk in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  i was reproved at the age of 17 and, believe me it was a nightmare at home.

  first, my parents felt such shame over me - i was such an evil disappointment to them.

  i would hear my mother talk on the phone to other sisters about how sad she was about the way i had turned out.

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  CainAgain

  ;) Yeah well at the time I thought (or maybe hoped) that I was blending in just fine, but like I say; on a cold wkday evening, or a wknd morning when it's raining or snowing, and you have a bunch of cosmopolitan adults & kids drifting down the street in multicolored formal dress, you know it's no accident!
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  Was Public Reproof Traumatic for You?

  by zenpunk in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  i was reproved at the age of 17 and, believe me it was a nightmare at home.

  first, my parents felt such shame over me - i was such an evil disappointment to them.

  i would hear my mother talk on the phone to other sisters about how sad she was about the way i had turned out.

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  CainAgain

  I was reproved 3 times over the period of 3 years between the ages of 16 to 19. I guess I really wasn't that repentant. Finally I was DF'd. I was done for drinking excessively on most of the occasions. My mum had left us when I was 10 and my dad died when I was 15. My brother and I went to live with an elder and his wife and I went off the rails and 'drink' came with me.

  Unfortunately, practically all my friends were jw's, being that I was raised in the org by my dad so when I was DF'd, aside from the trauma of the actual experience itself, I was left out in the middle of nowhere, nobody of my JW lifetime pals (a lifetime network of friends and a pattern of life) being allowed to associate with me.

  The ironic thing is that this is supposed to make you see the error of your ways, to come to the KH and sit and the back and recieve spiritual food?, but be sure you get ther just before the meeting starts and leave directly, so as not to contaminate the other bro's & sisters with your infectious gangrene.

  Well that was a whole lot of love, and needless to say that that approach, at that time of my life didn't inspire me to stick at it so well.

  I'm 28 now, and getting on with life sometimes thinking like most other people, that JW's really are those odd bods that wander around the streets in mix and match 'meeting' clothes and flowing floral dresses early on a Saturday morning!

  Oh yeah, don't wish to sound too cynical, but it was 10 years ago that it was just around the corner, so when's the 'day of reckoning' again!?