My path to the WTS was a rather twisted one with lots of shifts and bends in the road
As a little kid I was going to church alone.
My mother had been brought up a Catholic but she had a lot of resentment towards them (justified if her stories were correct). She never took me to church.
As far as I know my father was Salvation Army but that was when he was young. He had nothing to do with religion as far as I know.
So in search of something but not knowing what it was I went to chirch with my girlfriend. We were 8 years old and went off to Sunday School together. My mother bought me a Sunday hat and white gloves (proper dress for young ladies in church at that time) and gave me a nicjkel or dime for the collection plate.
Once my parents separated I wound up with my father. He started to sexually abuse me and I think going to church was my way of pleading to God to help me. I know I desperately needed a place to belong and I wasn't getting it at home. By the time I was ten I was going on the bus alone to go to church.
I know I tried several different churches, Anglican, United (I was baptized in the United Church as an infant). I even tried Baptist but that kinda scared me. And I might have tried Pentacostal too. I know I didn't go near the Catholic church. My mama taught me well
I went to live with my mother when I had just turned 11. She had started studying with the Witnesses. Well my deep need to belong soon swept me up by all the love bombing. My mother was going to meetings but because she was "living in sin" she wasn't allowed to go door to door. But that didn't stop me. Off I went like a little trooper to serve God.
Well I lived with my mother for just one year before I was sent to foster care (a very long contorted story that many have read). In foster care I was not allowed to go anywhere without my foster mother and she would have died before stepping into a Kingdom hall. But at school I was the good little dub sitting in the hall during flag salute and prayer or in the room where they put all the dub kids during holiday assemblies. Since I never went to meetings the other kids never accepted the idea that I was a JW too so they ignored me or laughed at me. It wasn't nice.
Occasionally I was able to get a couple of WTs from some JWs who were on the street. They even came to visit me once but my foster mother sat listening and refused to let them come back
When I went back to my mother at 16 she immediatley had me back to the meetings. I arrived in Montreal in the morning and that night we were at a meeting and I was love-bombed to my hearts content.
Now what was the question? Oh yea was I religious.
Well I didn't know too many 8-10 year olds who were getting dressed up and went off to Sunday School by themselves. Through all the abuse and abandonment I was realy hoping God would not forget me. I really needed something but as a little kid I didn't know what it was.
The witnesses led me to believe I had found it.
They were wrong
Was that religious? What does a little 10 yr old know? I sure was looking