Proud, because I had not only done what I was "supposed to be doing," but I had done it before any of my peers.
Worried and confused, because I didn't feel any different, and none of my emotions felt like Holy Spirit.
so recently, several over-righteous ones in the cong were discussing "how amazing it felt when they got baptised".
statements like "how awesome did it feel as you got raised back out of the water?!".
or the classic "i felt so close to jehovah as i came out of the pool"!.
Proud, because I had not only done what I was "supposed to be doing," but I had done it before any of my peers.
Worried and confused, because I didn't feel any different, and none of my emotions felt like Holy Spirit.
my husband and i have been out of the org for quite some time, but still find that old ideas and values come up and bite us on the ass.. lately, i've been plagued by an increase in the frequency and severity of my nightmares (which have always been an issue,) so i've begun to dream journal.
in just a few days, this realization cropped up.
i can't save people.. i've been blogging again recently.
My husband and I have been out of the Org for quite some time, but still find that old ideas and values come up and bite us on the ass.
Lately, I've been plagued by an increase in the frequency and severity of my nightmares (which have always been an issue,) so I've begun to dream journal. In just a few days, this realization cropped up. I can't save people.
I've been blogging again recently. When we first left the WT, I blogged pretty extensively, to help sort out my feelings and bleed off some of the rage I felt. That old blog was anonymous, and at some point I took it down and quit writing much about the process of cult recovery.
Lately, I've felt like I needed a place to process some of these things that follow me. My parents converted when I was still so young that my values were in a formative state. These are the hardest things to discover and change.
Intellectually, I know I can't save people, but it seems my subconcious has yet to get the message.
I've shared about 1/2 the post - the part that I think is common to many of us here - in the quote below. Be kind to yourselves, people.
One of the things I learned as a child was that my words had tremendous power. They could save lives, but only if I used them in exactly the right way. (...) If you are ineffective, that person, upon whose doorstep you are standing, might die.
Might die.
Because of you.
Because this may be their only opportunity. And if you don’t get it exactly right with your “life-saving” magic words, you will be Bloodguilty.
It’s difficult to determine at what age a child begins to understand complex communication like irony, sarcasm and hyperbole. Given the fact that very young children think in linear yes/no terms, it’s not surprising that this idea that “life-saving work” translates into “if you do it wrong, you’re killing them.” It turns out that “bloodguilt” is an easy concept for a child to learn, right alongside “shame” and general guilt.
I’ve begun keeping track of my nightmares. I have them nearly every night, and have had for as long as I can remember. These dreams are vivid and cinematic, often about people I know and care about. Very recently, they have been so visceral that I will come crashing into wakefulness with my heart pounding and my hand on my phone, driven by a need to check on the safety of the person I was dreaming.
This is one of the things my dream journal is showing me. Many of my worst nightmares are about something I have to do to protect, help, or save somebody I care about. And no matter how good or fast or smart or eloquent I am, I can’t save them.
In my nightmares, I’ve watched my friends being ridiculed, shunned, sickened, shot, beaten, drowned, emotionally distraught, tortured, or killed, and been unable to do a thing to prevent it.
I can’t save them. Just like I can’t save all of those people who deserve to Live Forever in Paradise on Earth, because of that one day I was having a bad day and made a bad presentation at the door, or the one day I quit service early and went to swim in the river.
A child can’t understand that if she reads a scripture without the proper inflection she won’t literally be killing the person she’s reading to. But if you teach that lesson of bloodguilt young enough, before a child can make a distinction between abstract ideas and personal responsibility, she will quite literally come to believe, at the core of her being, that she could be the reason people die, if she doesn’t get the message exactly right.
A bit like the "parlor walls" in Fahrenheit 451.
"My wife says books aren't 'real.'"
"Thank God for that. You can shut them, say, 'Hold on a moment.' You play God to it. But who has ever torn himself from the claw that encloses you when you drop a seed in a TV parlor? It grows you any shape it wishes! It is an environment as real as the world. It becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason. But with all my knowledge and skepticism, I have never been able to argue with a one-hundred-piece symphony orchestra, full colour, three dimensions, and I being in and part of those incredible parlors. As you see, my parlour is nothing but four plaster walls. And here " He held out two small rubber plugs. "For my ears when I ride the subway-jets."
i certainly wouldn't.
and if the elders wanted to have a meeting with me, i would respectfully decline.
if the elders wanted to deal with you, would you talk with them?.
Nope. I don't owe them an explanation. I don't have any fear of engaging, but I have more important things to do with my time. Books to read, quilts to finish, bourbon to drink, there's probably something on TV that needs watching...
My in-laws are doing the same. Took MIL to costco to get her new tablet, and set up all the JW garbage on it. Now teaching her how to use it. For now, we are practicing "reply to an email." Next I will teach her "write a new email."
She replied to an email last night something like this:
How do I get apps? YOU CAN SEE TAHT I HAVE GOTTEN STUCK WITH CAPITAL LETTERS AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF. MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME WITH THIS BUT i WILL SIGN OFF FOR NOW.
omg I laughed 'til I cried. I have to admit, I'm getting my money's worth for the entertainment value. The inlaws are in their 70s and 80s, and can barely operate a basic flip cellphone. They haven't asked for a ROKU yet...
right there, featured on facebook on hony's page... jehovah's witnesses.
posted link to this site and to jwfacts.
im sure i'll get some hate messages.
I wonder how many of the JWs on the thread are counting time? (You know somebody had to bring that up.)
no not that letter.. so we hobbled along with the family relationship.
my parents (super-devout, highly involved and connected in jw-land,) spoke with me occasionally with that sad mopey voice.
at one point about 6 years ago, my mom quit speaking to me.
Hey Aude! Good to see you too!
likeabird, every word you wrote... it's like looking in a mirror.
My counselor had kind words to say about my decision to write this letter. She said it was a very adult way to behave, and pointed out that our relationship has never been allowed to develop into one where everybody gets to be adults.
I think I learned the thing about guilt from dog training. Uniquely human emotion too. I've been thinking a lot about guilt lately, I'm beginning to suspect that a lot of my nightmares are tied into that emotion. Have you ever tried dream journaling? The counselor suggested I start that.
no not that letter.. so we hobbled along with the family relationship.
my parents (super-devout, highly involved and connected in jw-land,) spoke with me occasionally with that sad mopey voice.
at one point about 6 years ago, my mom quit speaking to me.
fiddler, I'm so sorry. I think in some ways, this push-pull thing they do where they don't fully shun us, but never fully engage either, is more painful than being cut off outright.
I understand the guilt, I really do. For years I have felt like, as long as he is trying to maintain a relationship, I should leave the door open. But I just couldn't do it anymore. It occured to me that in 12 years, he never really listened, never asked, never considered that I had reasons... that's no kind of relationship.
It was good of you to be there, even if you couldn't see him.
smiddy, I can think of several people who suicided because of being shunned by their families. It's heinous.
no not that letter.. so we hobbled along with the family relationship.
my parents (super-devout, highly involved and connected in jw-land,) spoke with me occasionally with that sad mopey voice.
at one point about 6 years ago, my mom quit speaking to me.
Thanks again, folks, for the support.
One part of the letter that I redacted was that I acknowleged that he was a good father who made some poor choices. The religion was bad choice número uno. He also was a harsh disciplinarian who took corporal punishment way too far, and for way too long.
In every other respect he was involved and interested, as a father should be. If you take away the damage wrought by religion, I believe that not only does he genuinely like me as a person, but might even respect me - as much as somebody completely hostage to institutional sexism can ever respect a woman anyways.
Of course, WT wrecks everything.
It would be so much easier if I could just call him a villain, hate him, and be done with it.
I really do love them. I just can't have contact, it's too painful.
This was the right action for me, at the right time. Maybe that resonates with some people here.
i spent about 6 years working at half price books.. i know people who are readers are passionate about reading.. the choice of what to read is personal.. _____________.
when i've been given a book as a gift--i take it as a personal gift.
kinds of gifts (i.e.
Half-Price Books? *squeeeeeeee*
Many of my hard-earned shiny gold rocks have ended up there. I was so sad when the CapHill Seattle location closed.