Morning, Dede. I sincerely hope that your continual letting go of what we cannot change...and cleansing your spirit with tears has helped smooth some of the rough edges. It's the total shits what one must endure at times for sake of recovery. BUT it's a journey filled with such wonderment and self discovery that in time the pain and hurt subside. Both you and WT already have experienced the upswing to recovery and that's what we cling to in times such as you just experienced. GAWD, I detest that religion.
When my oldest grandchild was born, my JW mom lived a few short blocks from the kids and never bothered to go see her great-grandchild. Oh, she had a little gift (how sweet), but couldn't be bothered to deliver it. This is the only grandmother to my only child. The only surviving grandmother - as I am to the grandkids. I take that as an added responsibility along side the love. Nonetheless, my mother who is 76 or 77 years of age has never seen any of my 3 grandchildren...and it's so OK. I don't want such judgemental, hateful, self-righteous, smuge, arrrogant, deluded FAMILY around those precious children. Like yourself, I'd fight the fine fight in order too protect those kids. And my son and daugher-in-law know just how I feel. Even as I write there is a sense of anger, but not like in the beginning. Unlike those who will probably never come to their senses, we have walked through the door of fear, and come out refreshed and new.
As with my mom I decided long time ago, "Let the dead bury their dead." I'm alive and eternally grateful that my extreme mental illness, the illness ignored by JW family and elders, took me to the depths of hell where I was able to climb the ladder of success. My personal success. Damn, that makes me feel good about recovery.
It's good that you reconize the sensativity within your son. Some of us as children did have what seemed like an over abundance of such, but I'm a firm believer in how the parent deals with such gifted children makes the difference. I always ended up in front of the elders because my mom didn't know how to deal with me. Hell, she didn't really know how to deal with life, but that's her problem today, not mine.
Detachment; it is neither kind or unkind. It is my saving grace that's for sure. But it's not something that comes overnight either. Lots of love sent your way, Dede. I'm so glad you shared with the board. Sometimes I think not to bother coming back here, but it's stories like your's that remind me of how far I've journeyed. Gratitude remains my daily mantra.
granny linda...who is moving to Colorado the end of month. Back to the country. Yeapy!!!!!