My dad is not a JW but has been married to my JW mother for over 50 years, so he's kind of a JW by osmosis. We never celebrated birthdays. He called me once on my 40th birthday to talk about something else. I said, "Oh, I thought you called me to wish me a happy birthday." Dad said, "Is it your birthday? How old are you?" I told him and then asked him, "Don't you remember when I was born?" He hem-hawed around and then said, "Let's see," and started telling me the story of my birth. He went through the entire ordeal. At the end I told him that the story was right but the daughter was wrong--he'd just told the story of my sister's birth. He couldn't remember the story of when I was born. If we'd had birthdays like normal people he'd have heard the story recited enough to know that my mother didn't even make it to the delivery room with me and that I came out screaming. The doctor said, "You're naming this girl Serena, as loud as she is?"
JWs suck.