When our family first moved down from upstate New York to CT, the closest KH was a half hour drive away over back roads. The only person who ever showed a bit of love and compassion was another sister who was married to an unbeliever. She was a true individual, very colorful and flaky.........but we loved her for it! My dad beat my mom when he was drunk, which was often, and my sister and I were young teenagers. Did any of those well off families ever do a thing to help? No. Again, the sister was the one who put us up on a mattress on her living room floor. She was the one who took mom to the hospital to document the abuse. The elders just told mom not to leave him, and counseled us to get to meetings more. How could we when at that point mom didn't even drive? We were so poor we couldn't even afford another car, so when she finally did get her license, she had to use the same car dad used, and if he didn't want her leaving, he'd yank the wires off it. Now, looking back on it, I realize why I didn't want to get baptized even when I turned 18............I finally succumbed because I felt left out, cuz my younger sister got baptized and got all kinds of attention at first................even the unwelcome advances of a 30+ year old ministerial servant.........she was only 15 years old! When she reported him, she got counseled that she should have gone to her brother first to talk to him, can you imagine???????????????? Brummie, I know so well how icy they are and how F'd up they are! Years later, they had a whole group apostatize and leave the congregation..............I wonder why?
Hugs to you and mom, Brummie
Terri