Before I continue with my experience, let me first say that my parents raised me well. Much of who they are and what they did had to do with their age and generation - they are now 87 born in 1917. My mom was the eldest of 12 and my dad the youngest of 13. My mom never worked outside the home and raised 4 children. My dad wanted dinner on the table at 5pm, and worked hard as a maintenance electrician. I think you can get my drift on this. My dad was also an elder for many, many years. They converted JW during/after WWII. My dad raised Catholic and left at 13. Mom was a generic protestant.
I was never allowed to use the word "no", ever. This set me up for future abuse from men and other authority figures.
I was raised to be a woman, a wife and subject to my husband's will. When I was about 14 or 15 my mom told me one day that "everything you say and do reflect on your father". Later, it was "everything you say and do reflect on your husband".
The congregation I was raised in was a good cong. by most standards. There was a lot of charity when a JW had financial problems. My parents were always picking up people for meetings or grocery shopping, etc. Or dropping of boxes of groceries, or getting together a private collection for heating oil or other bills. Other elders and MS did the same. If you have or can you gave and did for others.
When I got married at 18 and moved to my husbands congregation, I was hurt deeply. The people I had known much of my life and considered friends (through circuit assemblies and times when my dad would give talks at their hall) ignored and shunned me. Seems like I married into a weak JW family.
I also started seeing things in that cong. that were just not right. The shunning treatment of other "weak" members. Whereas in my old cong. the weak were always ministered to (not preached) and assisted in any way possible. The cliques, the holiday-timed drunken parties where all that was missing was the holiday decorations. No charity work. Hypocrites!
When my good JW husband's alcohlism developed further and he started abusing me, I went to the elders. What I was basically told was that I was his wife, the abuse was my fault, and that I was supposed to put up with it. Oh, yeah, and my husband was an evil man who inherited his evil from his dad (who died in a hit-and-run before I ever met him). But it was MY fault, and I had to take it. If I recall, (this was 28 years ago) I told them off when I left the back room. I also brought up the hypocricies and my experience with the elders with the CO. He backed them of course.
I faded during this time. I just couldn't hack the crap that was going on and the elders disillusioned superiority and distancing themselves from problems. I think I attended my last memorial in 1978 or 79.
I've recently met an ex-JW who knew that congregation and she said something like "Oh, you were in THAT congregation with elder So-N-So! No wonder you had problems. Yeah but I knew elder So-N-So all my life and he supposedly respected my dad. Yeah, right. A lowly girl like me expecting respect.
I did divorce my alcoholic voilent husband a few years later. It took me attempting suicide by 44 magnum before I realized that this Marriage until Death thing was bullshit.
I had problems with men and being victimized for many years.
I finally got clean and sober in 1990 from my own alcoholism (inherited from my birthmother - I was adopted and for the better) and began learning to not be a victim nor tolerate the abuse. I learned how to not only pronounce the word NO but to use it and back it up. I learned that I don't have to be around abusive people. It's taken most of that 28 years to get here.
Do I blame my parents? Only a little, and only the JW stuff. They are good, kind people. Do I blame JW's? In general, no. I blame people who have take their authority and abused it aggregiously. Unfortunately, this seems to be not just human nature, but the way of many of the JW's and congregations today. So much of it has come down from and reinforced by the WTBTS and their "servants". I do blame them.
I'll put away my soapbox now.
Peace
Brenda