This very issue has been a top priority in my recovery since leaving the borg.
Growing up I was the oldest daughter of a perfectionist father. He put alot on me as far as my accomplishments. I never told him a lie until I was about 15. He had me being a robot and exactly what he wanted. If he told me to stand in the rain on top of the house, I would without reservation, knowing I might never understand why. If he said to, it was done.
The first time I lied to him it crushed me to the core. I couldnt tell him the truth. I would have been in so much trouble. He said he believed me because he trained me , yes that is the word he used to never lie to him. And he said he bet his life I would never tell a lie to him. Boy talk about a guilty conscious and hurt. What kind of daughter was I. I failed. I hurt him and he didnt even know it. I hung my head down and it was just the beginning of my world going down hill. I was embararrased by mother's drug use, stumbling in front of everyone at the hall, going down the aisle. I tried to be the one to protect her and help her , but it was shameful. I hung my head down more.
Just the years of being a witness enforced the notion that we are not good enough. We never can do enough to please Jehovah. Really that meant the elders. I really let them down in alot of area I felt. More low self esteem.
When I left the borg, others told me I had some wonderful qualities about myself. I thought oh they are so sweet just being kind,knowing I am new to leaving. But then it started to sink in , yeah I am that way. I am a good person, I do have something to offer to a friend. I started watching tv shows that dealt with this issue , reading books. I am still working on building my self esteem. When my husband tells me I am beautiful and he loves me , I thank him, and say I know you do ,and I love you too. Before I would cut myself down, compare myself to others, and wondered how could he love such a mess of a person. Now I can feel it from him , because I feel it myself. I still have along way to go ,but I feel I am a pretty good mother, I admit I am not perfect, but I am a pretty good person and I like myself. Once I got off the perfection or nothing idea, it opened the idea to accept at first the little things I could tell myself that was special about me.
I read , lol in on old AWAKE article about Grown Children of Alcohlics,(drugs use same thing) , how they can be told 1000 times by their mates that they are loved and they never believe it. So I can understand my low self esteem, goes way back to early childhood, before things I can even remember to the things I know happened. This helps to see it is not that you want to hate yourself , you were put in a position to do so, taught to beat yourself up as a mean of control.
Loving yourself is another great gift of FREEDOM...............
Great Post Mark,,,,,,, made me feel good about myself again........ hugs,,,,,,,, Dede