I have 3 in so far.
Step up to the plate, Farkel.
JK
for reasons i've stated in the window washers thread, i will not write and post any more about my life as a jw.. thank you, "yesidid.
" you're a real gem.. farkel.
I have 3 in so far.
Step up to the plate, Farkel.
JK
jk666-part 3. this really was weird!.
as i said in the previous installments, something weird happened when i was nine that let me know that the authority of the congregation was not necessarily on my side.. one of my friends was extremely overweight.
according to today's standards, he was morbidly obese.
JK666-Part 3
This really was weird!
As I said in the previous installments, something weird happened when I was nine that let me know that the authority of the congregation was not necessarily on my side.
One of my friends was extremely overweight. According to today's standards, he was morbidly obese. Our KH was an old house converted to become a Kingdom Hall. We had those lousy little wooden folding chairs that they used to use for seating at assemblies. Those of you from the time know exactly what I am talking about!
Anyway, these seats were crammed in every nook and cranny of the Hall that I attended. Me and my friend sat together one Sunday in seats crammed way too close together. He overlapped his chair, and oozed over into mine. After the meeting, one of the servants wanted to talk to me and my friend. He thought we were gay because of the close proximity. I thought, WTF! I liked girls, thank you very much! I was only f..king nine years old! It was the first time I had received this kind of abuse at the KH. It felt like I was at home, regrettably. Trust was broken. It would be broken further later.
End of Part 3
JK666 aka JRK
the story of jrk (aka jk666) part deux.
i recently had some of my past thrown in my face by my mother.
how wonderful a jw kid i was.
The story of JRK (aka JK666) Part Deux
I recently had some of my past thrown in my face by my mother. How wonderful a JW kid I was. How I stood up against the Flag salute when I was in 1st Grade. How I witnessed that Santa Claus was a lie to my classmates. All I did was f..k up their holiday. She likes to brag about how devout I was.
And I was. I regret it now, but I was.
Anyway, in part one, I didn't tell you really how bad it was when I was a kid. My father was a raging alcoholic. He would become violent every weekend, and my mother and sisters and me would cower in one of the bedrooms when he went into one of his alcoholic rages. My mother would have us study the Watchtower study for the week while he was raging and screaming outside the door. That affected me for years to come; I hated studying for the Watchtower for decades!
I only found out within the last decade or so that I had a large period of time that I completely went blank on, about the abuse I received from my father. He actually took the bedroom door off of my room so that he could yell at me nonstop. According to my sister, this lasted for over a year and a half. I have no conscious memory of it. I remember shutting myself in my bedroom closet to stop being abused, but I don't remember what my sister told me ever was happening. This is the first of my repressed memories. There were more to follow.
When I was nine, I had a major awakening to how dirty minded the leadership in the congregation could be. It got even worse when I was abused by one of those bastards.
Read more in Part 3 . . .
JK666 a.k.a. JRK
alright guys,.
i'm going to suck up my pride, apologize to those that i offended, promise to not be insulting anymore, and let bygones be bygones.
i know that there will be people here that will make fun of me coming back after such a dramatic exit (i.e.
Welcome back.
JK
the story of jrk , a.k.a jk666.
i came out of the birth canal a normal kid, i guess.
unfortunately, my mother was studying to become one of jehovah's witnesses at the time.
THE STORY OF JRK , a.k.a JK666
I came out of the birth canal a normal kid, I guess. Unfortunately, my mother was studying to become one of Jehovah's Witnesses at the time. I didn't know it then, but I found out later in life. Life was no bowl of cherries from that point forward.
I truly love my mother. She is the epitome of what a JW should be; extremely devout, and a truly caring person to all people who experience hard times. She is the Guardian Angel of those oppressed by the tyrannical Elders and the tough world that they live in. But she still is completely bamboozled by the ORGANIZATION.
My father, on the other hand, was a very cunning and manipulating man. He never became one of Jehovah's Witnesses, but used my mother's beliefs to benefit himself as much as he could.
I basically was raised a young man among women. I had two older sisters, and my mother, against the EVIL ONE, which was my father. I had an extremely abusive upbringing with my Dad. He beat me repeatedly. As I was the only son, I received the brunt of his wrath.
To give him a little break here, he was brought up in a totally dysfunctional family. His mother was a total bitch and extremely abusive. His father beat him as a child, and it carried on in family tradition down to me. All because his mother liked him too much.
I was born in the mid 50's. Crazy shit was buried for the most part. Nobody wanted to hear that stuff; everyone was supposed to be the Cleavers. I didn't speak up.
As a kid, I felt refuge at the KH. I had friends there, and I felt like I fit in. I didn't know until later years, that there was a difference between divided families and the true royalty of the organization. I didn't know I was a "sub-class."
I was "inculcated" by my mother. She believed the teachings; hook, line, and sinker. She was a true believer. She was the most loving person in my life, so why wouldn't I believe what she told me. I bought in to the extreme!
I went to the door for the first time by myself when I was 5 years old, and place the magazines on the first time out. I gave my first talk when I was six years old. That was pretty extreme in 1962!
Things started going awry shortly after this time period. It almost sounds like I am on the fast track to become a "company man." The actions of congregation servants (before the elder arrangement) gave me a clue, and a preview of how the organization is screwed up.
So much for part one . . .
JRK a.k.a. JK666
for reasons i've stated in the window washers thread, i will not write and post any more about my life as a jw.. thank you, "yesidid.
" you're a real gem.. farkel.
Okay Farkel,
The challenge is on, I am posting Part One of my story now.
JK666
for reasons i've stated in the window washers thread, i will not write and post any more about my life as a jw.. thank you, "yesidid.
" you're a real gem.. farkel.
Farkel,
I am with OTWO on this one. Keep writing, even if you do not share it on this board. It is cathartic to write your experiences. I definitely received my share of abuse from obtuse people for putting myself out there in the past. I, for one, would love to hear the rest of your story. It parallels mine, except inverted. My father was the bastard, instead of the other way around.
I will give you a challenge, I will show you mine, if you show me yours. I will write the true and unabridged story of my life in the JW's here, if you have the courage to continue yours.
JRK (the former JK666)
P.S. I am less than a decade younger than you, and show you all due respect.
question:.
why do i see so frequently the witnesses referred to as "window washers" on here?
i have been a witness (though only recently "conscious") for my whole life.
Them damned whippersnappers have no respect.
JK
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrv7hs7k7w8.
Flip,
The Whiskey was still there 3 years ago when Dagney to me on a tour of the Strip. I took pictures.
JK
for reasons i've stated in the window washers thread, i will not write and post any more about my life as a jw.. thank you, "yesidid.
" you're a real gem.. farkel.
Farkel,
Why give those imbeciles that much power? Post away, and screw them. There are many more here that are interested in your story, and have respect for you and your perspectives.
JK