I was always a good dub, or at least good enough to not get caught.
Plus I was never baptized, so it was easy for me...
The first time they came to talk to me, I had quit going to meetings. I told my parents I never intended upon going again, that was a fun conversation! I honestly thought that would be the end of my saga with the dubs...what could they do to me?
Well about three weeks later, so I was lulled into a calm, my parents halted me on my way to class on day (when I was running late anyway) to tell me..."Dear, the elders want to come and talk to you. They'll be here tonight" I went BALLISTIC! I was ranting and screaming, "Fine I just won't come home!"
But I did.
It was a long tearful session. They asked if it was drugs or sexs...I assured them, I just didn't believe in the "truth" anymore, and it was not drugs or sex. Final ruling on their part, "You're depressed...maybe if you spent time in service with some older women in the congregation, you'd feel better"
"Nope, I am actualy pretty comfortable with my decision thanks".
That was two years ago...
Then while my parents were out of town last month, out of the blue...an elder showed up at my doorstep to talk to me. He wanted to bring in an Apostate expert to have a word with me...
I told him I would meet with him...then quickly posted the whole incident here, and several wise sages that comprise JWD all said "[email protected]&* 'em! You don't have to meet with them!"
So I didn't...I just hid in my house...like most people do when they see witnesses on their front steps.
I think my new policy will be avoidance. Especially in my situation. I owe them nothing. I was never baptized, they really can't do anything to me except cause division between me and my family. And why put myself or my parents through that?
Joanna of the eternally "home but hiding" class