This is not an essay or "my story". These are just a few personal observations from someone who lived, breathed and
slept the JW religion for over 50 years. Leaving the JW religion is not like leaving town, quitting a job or getting a
divorce, all stressful situations in their own right.
Leaving the JW religion of your own volition is a rejection of your core values, a destabilization of your psychological
foundation. If your departure is the result of injustice or oppression from the organization itself, it's not just a matter
of rethinking things. You have to erase the blackboard of your life.
Let me compress my so-called story into a concise mass with atom touching atom: We were/are a family of three with our son
df'd in 1993. Instinctively, I asked my son to move back with us. The day after his announcement of df-ing, my wife visited each
each committee member at home or job, basically saying: "I will not break contact with my son. DF me, if you must." We both
fell from the top of the theocratic ladder to the bottom in a heartbeat.
That was 17 years ago.
In the first year, my wife and I experienced health issues. My wife lost the sight of one eye to glaucoma and I almost totally
lost energy to hypothyroid. In 18 months we aged like two-term presidents.
My wife and I would be interesting studies for mental health professionals although neither of us believe in talk or
Wife: ANGRY. . . .angry at the subordinate, submissive role she was forced into for decades, angry that she/we didn't
give our son the best shot at happiness because of the suppressed life of our belief system, angry that the man she married
42 years ago couldn't smell cult, angry at the loss of the family she could have had if not so cult-oriented.
me: I relive my life in my dreams. I angrily react to all of the situations i experienced in JWdom. I relive my entry
level job of 30 years. My anger is for things I didn't say, thing's I didn't do. In daytime hours my mind constantly
wanders to living my life over again with what I know now. The irony? I allowed JW's to steal my youth and, in a sense
steal my last years.
I know. . . . "Get over it!"