What happened is objective fact, backed by documentation at the social service agency, my family and friends of the time. It is not my truth. Rather, it is truth. Evidence classes usually have stranger(s) run into the class and engage in a physical altercation in front of the law students. It is revealed that it is staged. The students are immediately asked to write down what happened. Everyone has a different version. Yet, despite this, society allows judges and juries to be triers of fact. It happened way above a reasonable doubt. I'm not an infant incapable of distinguishing reality from fantasy.
Another factor is the therapy bills. Within the past few years, I've met other adults who were abused as child. Certain personality traits are associated with a chaotic, violent background. Extreme religiosity with any religion seems to breed abuse. I repeat that I don't blame JW. My father's closest friend, a fellow Bethelite, also believe in the Biblical subjugation of women. He was meek and adored his wife. School friends of mine would meet them for only a few moments and then remark what a wonderful couple they were. A religion that does not respect half the human race, Arabic Middle Eastern states come to mind, allow abuse to flourish.
My story is not "over the top" when compared to other documentated stories of abused children. Abusers murder their children and sit in prison forever -- until other inmates take them down. My goal was to work with domestic violence organizations. My credentials would be an asset. A local group suggested I ride around in a squad car as police make rounds or teach police how to deal with d.v. The topic hurts me so much I become incapcitated.
Freud's psychoanalytic theory was shaped by the stories of sexual abuse he heard from patients. He would not believe such stories were true. Freud theorized certain Oedipal and Elektra drives to account for the telling of these tales. Today research scientists believe Freud's patients underreported their abuse. I fervently pray that this was "my truth." "My truth" is how I've dealth with it. It is a complex mess. The values I project on my memories are "my truth."
It is my belief that the Roman Catholic Church's culture of celibacy and authority vested in a priest, a mere mortal human, encourages a doting parish where different lines are drawn for priests. The Church's lawyers did more than advocate for their client. They engaged in a scorched earth policy. The cover-up is more morally objectionable than the actual pedophile acts. My father was exposed to Rutherford's hatred of women during his twenties and thirties. No religion can patrol its member's private conduct. The Witnesses do try. From my vieiwpoint the Witnesses were primarily a religion of black women with few, highly sought after males. Girls rule! -- as do boys.