bakedmonkeepie
JoinedI have been disfellowshipped for almost 5 years now, since I was 18. I like STAR WARS, Politics, knitting, crocheting, HORROR AND GORE MOVIES, chain-smoking, drinking alcohol, science fiction, art, drawing, painting, I also like off-color humor, and offensive things. I am bitter, what can I say? want to know my novella of a story? Read on: I grew up in the "truth". I hated the meetings as a child, being a child, I considered it to be boring and torturous, and stopped going regularly when I was about 13. When I was about 15, I had a change of heart, due to a disturbing dream , involving my destruction in Armageddon. I started going to meetings regularly, and was soon becoming a hardcore witness. I was encouraged by others to continue, and I would be rewarded for my hard work in the long run. I was so happy to finally be accepted by these people, and being allowed to associate with them. My mother is deaf, so they also encouraged me to get baptized so that I would be eligble to interpret for her at meetings and at the assemblies, so I did just that. I got baptized in '96, and the age of 16. My father and 2 brothers were never regular at the meetings, so it was just my mother and I. Over time, for some reason, I only made a handfull of good friends. One of them, I ended up being best friends with. We had played together alot as young children, but lost contact with each other during that 2 year period when I stopped going to meetings. We became close again, and I was even in her wedding. I realized that we had been friends for almost our whole lives, and I cherished our friendship. I became good friends with her husband's younger brother, his name was Jeff. I was afraid and intimidated by him though, because he appeared to be STRONG in the "truth", and I was sure his family would be disapproving of our friendship. But albeit all this, we had a strange connection, and got on really well. One year later, when I was 17, It was revealed that I was molested by my older brother. The law stated that since I was under the age of 18, I could not live in the same household as my brother, so I was sent off to live with a relative about 2 hours away. During this time, I was not contacted by a single witness, except my best friend. It was torturous not being allowed to come home, and I felt alienated. WHen I turned 18, I moved back home, and went to the meetings again. Eveyone there looked at me as if I were an alien, and avoided me like the plague. I was considered bad association because I had been away for so long. I found out later, that through the rumor mill, everyone thought that I had run away with a boy I met on the internet, and that is why I disappeared. Nice......... so these people tarnished my reputation around the circuit. I felt so alone and depressed, that I attempted suicide. After several attempts, i just slowly fell into a deeper depression. I developed anorexia and bulimia, and stopped going to meetings for several months. Again, no contact from the other witnesses. NO calls, nothing. After a while, I decided to get a job at the local walmart as a cashier, though I was discouraged by my best friend and her family because it might lead me away from more important things, like the ministry and service. (I had been an auxilary pioneer for a long time). I needed money, so that I could move out of my house, so i took the full time job . A little while after working there, I ran into my best friend's brother in law, Jeff, who also began to work there. We always got on so well, and we ended up becoming really close. He went to a different hall that was actually closer to my home, so I started attending meetings with him and his family. Rumours went wild, people thinking that he and I were dating and so on.... I found out later that people were talking bad about me, and they didnt even know me! They would make snide remarks about my clothing (Oh my, her skirts are SO short!!, etc...) and whatever else they could think of to bring me down. My friend and I ended up confiding secrets to one another. I found out some amazing things about him that I never would have guessed. ONe was that he never liked going to meetings, and since his step father and mom were an elder and a full time pioneer, he was made to live up to their standards. He also dropped a bombshell to me. He was Gay. I was the first person he ever told. Well, time progressed, and I stopped going to meetings again, because I couldnt stand the mean cruel remarks from the "loving" brothers and sisters at the hall.Jeff and I would talk on the phone alot, and we would fantasize about running away from it all and starting over in life... well, to make a long story short, his step dad was listening in on our conversations, and needless to say, he called me the next day. He manipulated jeff into giving him my phone number, because he wanted to know if I was planning on permanently attending their hall, so he needed my records from the other hall. In reality, he called me to tell me that I was evil, and It was manipulative of me to make his step-son "claim to be gay".... My only thought was , "what??!!!"...... so he went on to say that it would be best if I didnt associate with jeff anymore , and that I was not welcome at their hall anymore. He also said that he would contact the elders at my other hall, and tell them that I was trying to talk his step son into leaving the truth. I was blown away by all of this. He was going to lie! THis man was a well respected elder in the congregation, and I just couldnt believe what was happening. Well, sometime later, Jeff got reproved for being gay. WHile I was at work one day, one boy from the hall( who was a "darling" in the congregation, pioneer, etc, enough to make you sick) came up to my register and started talking about it and speculating, seeing if he could manipulate information out of me. I overheard him use some pretty mean, vulgar things to describe Jeff. " Oh he is a Fag, I always knew it...." stuff like that, if you get the picture. Well, I called Jeff's stepfather, and told him what was said to me be this other witness boy. He said he would look into it, and he would get back with me. Well, he did get back with me, and he said that this witness boy claimed that I was lying, etc..... It ended up making me look even worse. At this point , I just gave up. I ended up getting disfellowshipped over all this nonsense, and havent been to the hall since. I am happy to say, that I have never felt so free in my life, and Jeff and I are closer then ever. He is out, and I am out. We are free, a peacefull life at last! Good riddance.