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Code words you will come across in this story are as follows, or as I call it Jdub speak.
Kingdom Hall – This is in effect a Jehovah’s Witness Church.
Field Service – This is what JW’s call the work they do when going door to door to preach to you, sometimes otherwise known as Ministry.
Pioneering – A pioneer in terms of JW’s talk is someone who comes to your door, but does it regularly. Over the course of the month an Auxiliary Pioneer was required to put in 60 hours of this work. A Regular Pioneer put in 90 hours of this work and lastly a Special Pioneer put in 120 hours of this work. ( I was the latter, and I’m so sorry I knocked)
Theocratic Ministry School – This was a meeting at the Kingdom Hall which focused entirely on how to preach, examples of how to preach and what to say to people at the doors, if they came up with a question. For instance – “I heard JW’s do not take blood” They would have a 20 minute lecture already prepared at this type of meeting, for just such an event occurring.
Book Study – Again another meeting but it would be looking at one of the JW’s books, reading a chapter from it and answering questions from it.
Bible Study – This would last approximately 1 hour in your own home, looking at the bible and looking at JW’s book Reasoning from the scriptures. This is a book that has the JW definition of the entire bible, from one chapter and verse to the next, their definition. Someone elses understanding of it, is not the truth in their eyes.
The Truth – This is what JW’s call their faith. They call it The Truth. Other examples I’m in the truth, when you have the truth. etc etc
Elder – A term used for an appointed member to shepherd the flock, meaning essentially a bishop or priest.
Ministerial Servant – This term is for members who are pretty much just trainee Elders.
Governing Body – The term for the people who sit at headquarters, a bit like the pope.
WTBTS – Watchtower Bible and Tract Society, this is the parent company of Jehovah’s Witnesses also known as Bethel. It’s in New York, USA where these headquarters are based.
144,000 – Also known as “The Anointed” These people according to JW’s have a heavenly place. Everyone else has an earthly place after Armageddon in a garden like paradise.
Armageddon – The JW’s belief is that only JW’s will survive this. It is Gods way of ridding the earth of all that is evil and wicked. This is anyone who does not do what it says in their bible.
New System – Means their garden like paradise here on earth, where no one dies, no one get’s sick or grows old, everyone is full of energy and get to play with the animals like lions and tigers and bears. (Oh My)
NWT – New World Translation – This is the Jehovah’s Witnesses interpretation of the bible. (Side note, many Greek and Hebrew scholars have said that the JW’s have not translated the bible correctly from Hebrew and Greek, to English. In fact even an ex Governing Body Member, had admitted this on tape before he died)
Partaking of emblems – The 144,000 are only allowed to do this. Every year around about Easter, JW’s hold what is known as a Memorial Service. Up on the stage there will be 3 cups and 3 plates containing Red Wine and Leavened Bread. This is to represent the passover. Anyone else taking these emblems who are not members of the 144,000 will be disfellowshipped.
Disfellowshipped – Meaning that you are cast out from the Jehovah’s Witnesses. You would still be allowed to attend their meetings, but only be allowed to sit at the back. You are not allowed to talk to any other members, and they are not allowed to talk to you, including blood family members unless on strict need to know basis.
Convention – A gathering of JW’s and is held over the course of 3 days. It is like the meetings only much more longer and dreadfully boring.
Shunned – The action of not speaking to a disfellowshipped member.
Apostate – A baptised member who has left the faith. In JW’s terms these people are mentally diseased, and try to form their own religions and draw followers after themselves.
To define a cult, look at Steven Hassans model of cult control techniques. This is called BITE. You can find this model explained at the following link.
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE TO LIFE EVENTS, THEY ARE MY MEMORIES AND I AM WHOLLY LETTING YOU, THE READER INTO MY PAST. IT IS NOT A NICE PAST, SO FOR THOSE WHO ARE SENSITIVE, PLEASE JUST CLICK THE BACK BUTTON. MY STORY IS NOT FOR THE PURPOSE OF MAKING PEOPLE CRY. MY STORY IS WRITTEN, AS IT HELPS WITH THE HEALING PROCESS.
The story starts in the year 1979. My parents had fallen in love with one another at work. Mum was a devout Catholic and my Father a Protestant. Mum was raised in an abusive household, where often she was physically abused as were her siblings. My Grandfather was an alcoholic. My poor Grandmother only stayed with him for the sake of keeping the family together. If she spoke out she would get beaten also. My Father on the other hand was raised in a broken home, were my Paternal Grandfather had left when he was 6 years old, leaving my Paternal Grandmother to care for 4 children by herself. Times were tough in the 50’s through to the 70’s. I admire her efforts.
So back to 1979 and roughly around the fall of that year, my conception started. Mum was a rebel, she constantly rebelled against her Father, so to find out she was pregnant with me, came as a bit of a shock and then anger hit my Grandfather. He told her to abort me, that I was just a foetus. Mum though told him no, and then went out and got married to my Father late 1979.
So about March, maybe April 1980 my Father was visited upon by two of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Whilst I was still in the womb, he was offered a free home bible study. Dad was interested in this because, the only bible he had ever looked at, had old style English language, which he failed to comprehend at times. I think it was the King James although I cannot be 100% sure. So to be shown this book, called New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures, intrigued my father. It was written in plain English. Finally he could get to know God he mused.
The two Jehovah’s Witnesses, failed to call on him until 6 months later. I was born the Summer of 1980 so I may have been around 2 months old or less. Dad became more intrigued with the idea of these Jehovah’s Witnesses, who claimed to have “the truth”. He decided in wasting no time, after we had my first Christmas, which I have no recollection of, he decided he would get baptised. So that was that, practically everything I would learn from that moment on would be a life of misery which I will explain in a moment.
Mum got baptised in 1982. We lived in a big city, small apartment. It was a room and Kitchen with it’s own bathroom. Eventually my sister came along. So now that would be someone for me to have for company. In the Jehovah’s Witnesses organisation, they strongly oppose outside influences, so therefore, my sister and I would play endlessly in our own communal garden and in our house. We tried to play with the kids a few closes away, scared of doing so in case we got caught. Sometimes we got caught, sometimes we didn’t. If mum caught us, it was fine. She warned us to get back into our own communal garden before my father got home. As being strict goes and doing everything he learned from JW’s, outside influences, if caught we got smacked, sometimes by the hand, most of the time it was a slipper and on one occasion his leather belt. If we fidgeted or made any noise, or tried to talk to each other through a meeting at the Kingdom Hall, instead of listening to what was being said, we were taken out to the back where the men’s toilets were, which honestly stunk like you just walked past a Fish-mart. If the stench was not bad enough, the pants down and walloped on the bare backside was worse. It was bad on any occasion to be fair, but to have that smell also and being subjected to seeing other men using urinals whilst getting a beating. I remember a 7 month old baby, being taken out by her father. I still cannot get that babies screams out of my head. We very rarely got to see grandparents, aunts and uncles. Outside influences, included family members who were not of the faith. However we never noticed, and I remember those times being absolutely brilliant, such a close knit family. We had a TV and mum would sit on nights watching her recorded episodes of Eastenders, Coronation Street, Brookside and a few others. These programs were on at nights when we would be away to meetings. Tuesday night 7-8pm Book Study, Thursday night 7-9pm Theocratic Ministry School and Sunday morning talk from 10-12am. Eventually the Sunday meeting changed from 4-6pm because of expanding numbers in the congregation making the 2 congregations who already shared it split into 3.
After a while of this, going on and going to Field Service on a Saturday morning sometimes Sunday afternoon too, my father was appointed a Ministerial servant. This is just in effect a trainee Elder, and Elders helps to oversee the congregation you know shepherd the flock. We were overjoyed at the fact Dad had become an MS. Mum was, you could see it in her eyes.
My Uncle joins the cult.
My Father liked to talk a lot, especially to my Uncle, his brother. Eventually my Uncle after months possibly years of mind control and brainwashing, seen the ways that my father was following and decided to join in too. This caused an uproar in his already made family. My Auntie was not so keen. She hated Jehovah’s Witnesses. They divorced. After hours of Family Courts, My Uncle and Aunt parted ways, my Uncle took my cousin to which he was appointed to oversee him from the courts, and My Aunt took my other cousin to live with her, a girl who was just 1 year older than me. So before his life had even started in Jehovah’s Witness rule, his life had already been torn apart.
As my Uncle came to more of an understanding of Jehovah’s Witnesses and WTBTS rules, eventually my Dad decided that TV had to go. TV was a bad influence on us, so no more Wizard of Oz for us. Dad had a very smart mind, so he took the Television Receiving Part of the TV out and then in effect it became a monitor, for just watching videos. Wow that hit us hard. No more CBBC, no more CITV for coming home to. I was about 7 years old when this one happened. A hard pill to swallow for a child so young. I started to hate my Uncle for that, but even more so started to hate the Jehovah’s Witnesses, if having Christmas, Birthday’s, Halloween and Easter taken away from us was not enough, this just tipped the iceberg. The times that we did actually get to go and see our non-JW family members were times I really looked forward to and treasured. The only time to be able to watch TV too. My maternal grandmother was a kindred spirit. She was lovely, had a very kind heart. I treasured the very little association we had with our non-jw grandparents, aunts and uncles. I treasured the moments we had, of playing with my non-jw cousins. At the meetings in the Kingdom Hall, the emphasised quite a lot about looking forward to Armageddon and the paradise that would follow shortly thereafter. To be told that we would rejoice when the non-believers would be lying dead after Jehovah’s wrath was unleashed upon them, and that the birds would be feeding from their corpses, in my view is emotional and psychological abuse. I would spend many nights, tossing and turning, having nightmare after nightmare about my grandmother’s dead corpse lying there in a pile of rubble, whilst the birds were feeding on her. It was generally crows I seen in my dreams, or pigeons. I did not like pigeons much anyway, but to see them in my dreams, feeding from my grandmother’s dead body was one which still sticks out in my mind today. You know those dreams you have, and even if you don’t dream about them anymore, it’s still there in the back of your mind.
At the age of 7 though, even knowing that I did not want to continue down this path, I continued on. I wanted my parents to be proud of me, especially my Mum. She felt sorry for me on many an occasion but was only doing what was expected of her. To obey the rules of the master of the household. Around about the same time, my father started taking me out onto door to door field service. I hated going out around doors, being made to do a speech at the door. Another reason why I hated the JW’s so much, for making us do that. My father would take one very special lady out in the field service (bible bashing service). Her name was Susan. I did not much like this Susan. I was not very fond of her. But since then I realised it was because of her very smart intellectual brain. She was a bio-chemist, so she pretty much joined the truth (not truth) after going to college and university. She liked to associate strongly with one of our anointed members. To people who have no idea what an anointed person is, the JW’s believe that 144,000 people will enter heaven and the rest will be left on earth. Susan believed she was anointed. Something which they seemed to think happened to people when they spent too much time with one of the 144,000. Then came the news that Susan was dis-fellowshipped. I now feel sort of bad after having horrible feelings for this woman. I think maybe she just took up too much of Dad’s time. Maybe mum and Dad argued about the fact that they were always paired off together, I don’t know. After some time of this, and being clearly un-repentant as she partook of the emblems whilst dis-fellowshipped. Eventually this woman threw herself off a tenement flat, 4 stories up. She committed suicide. This is just one of the many examples of indirect murder the JW’s impose on people through their shunning practices.
We were not allowed to sing songs of our country, like the Flower of Scotland. In America that would be The Star Spangled Banner. In England that would be God save the Queen. We were not allowed to attend out of school activities, even though an elders son in my class was allowed. We were not allowed to attend the pantomimes, because it was being held in a church and according to JW’s we were not allowed to be inside a building that represented false religion. I felt an injustice that certain children of certain elders would be allowed to attend birthday parties, so long as they did not partake of the birthday cake or sing the Happy Birthday Song. I was told by an elder’s son, that he would be attending the Christmas party of 1989 at our Primary School. I begged to be able to go. I was not allowed. But I sneaked in a party dress anyway and attended regardless. The beating I got for that one, was beyond anything else I had ever experienced up to that point in my life.
We moved from the little kitchen, 1 room with bathroom apartment to a 2 bedroom apartment, 1 mile down the road. Conveniently enough right next to my Uncle who had remarried at this point, to a devout JW sister. When I say devout I mean, this woman’s brother had been dis-fellowshipped. Her Elder Father disagreed with the dis-fellowshipping. And so did the rest of the family apart from my new Aunt. So the whole family apart from her received punishment, i.e. they were all dis-fellowshipped.
Things were ok for a while in the new house, I got to play with my new baby cousin, and got to see my big cousin too. I got to go out on my bike as long as I was with just my big cousin and my sister, no outside influences. I was heading into teenage, 1 year from reaching high school when it happened.
Something sinister happens in my life
(TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ABUSE SURVIVERS)
This is very healing for me so bear with me whilst I go through what I remember. Between the ages of 11-15 I was sexually abused, by my father.
This is the part of my story that starts my exit out of the Jehovah’s Witnesses and out into the big bad world. Whilst in my bed one night, I felt something cold touch me. Awakening from my sleep I seen my Dad. He was touching me in places that should not have been touched by my father. I can remember what I felt at the time. I felt total numb, is this right I asked myself ? I don’t know if it is right or not. Are you meant to have these kind of relations with Dad? For a while I did actually think that. That yes you were meant to have relations with your Dad first. I don’t to this day understand how I came to that conclusion as a child. I think it was being so young, unable to defend myself and so naive about the ways of the world, is why I thought that.
We were in Perth, Scotland at the St Johnstone FC grounds for a convention that JW’s hold annually, around about summertime. It lasts for 3 days and you are there from 9am-5pm. There are public talks given, baptism candidates talk, and a drama of an old bible story. There are of course religious songs sung, which are written by the JW’s. It is not always held in the same place, for instance I have personally sat in the seats of Ibrox FC, Murrayfield in Edinburgh and even Hampden Park. Alas of course it was not to watch football or rugby, apart from one time after my exit. I digress slightly.
From around 1992 onwards, we had started to attend Pre-Con. Pre-con is where some of the JW’s, come to the grounds before the actual convention and work hard to set up tents for first aid, for cleaning, for the sound equipment to be working right. They were in charge of microphones and wires leading up to the stage. Something which both my father and my Uncle enjoyed doing. My Uncle used to work for the BBC, so he knew how to plug in and plug out a lot of wires. Even then, sometimes he mucked up. Which I found hilarious and the only highlight of a boring 3 day convention, I’d sit there thinking oops Uncle ****. Pre-con is also where I met my best friend, who was a JW at the time also. We disagreed on many things, but our friendship was a strong one. This was a result of my sister yet finding another baby to play with. Find a baby, you found my sister. It was like a magnet pulling towards the youngest members of our generation. She definitely had the maternal instinct from a young age, she just loved babies. As we were working up in Perth, we were too far away from home to be travelling back and forward. So we stayed there on a camp-site. I remember we were washed out one year, so we had to pack up the tent much to my relief, I absolutely hate bugs and earwigs crawling around about. I love nature, but I don’t like lying on the ground and getting dirty. And I defo don’t like bugs. There was one bug I really did not like that year. My father. As my sister and mother packed up the tent and made the caravan ready, I was left alone with my father. To help pack up the tent of course. But he had other things on his mind. There he tried to rape me. When I say tried, what I mean was he was interrupted, by an elder who knew nothing because you could not see what was going on inside the tent. Whilst he was there talking to my father, I fled to the caravan. I sat my mum down and asked her, “Do you think Dad would ever do such and such a thing to his children ?” To which she said, “What an awful thing to think of, your father is not like that. I could not believe it for a minute.” So of course I went along with his evil plan. I did not wish to upset my mother, did not want to break up the family home, because aside from the abuse mentioned at the hands of my father, I loved my mum and I knew I did not want her to be hurt. I never thought for one minute, that my silence would cause other people to be abused.
I was also told never to reveal this information to anyone or I would be ripped apart by my father. This is what an abuser does, they have your complete trust, they betray that trust but to make sure that they don’t get caught, they threaten you. It is a result of grooming techniques. This continued for about 5 years more, before I turned 16. I was free, or so I thought. We had moved again, to a small village along a beach coast. It was lovely, peaceful and quiet. Perhaps too quiet, isolated further from the outside world. I had told my big cousins about this previously before we moved, and my sister. She knew right from the start, what had been going on. I had to tell her. I feared the same thing might happen to her, so to be on the lookout just in case. I hid the truth from my mother and I confided in my best friend, eventually. We were staying at Center Parcs one year, when I confessed everything to her. I could no longer keep it a secret from my best friend either. I never went to the police, never occurred to me, the thought never crossed my mind. And even if it did I was not going to, because of the way we were taught. We were taught to keep the family together, because together we are stronger. We were taught never to tell on anyone in the faith, and never to announce it publicly. For we would surely die at Armageddon for bringing reproach on their god Jehovah’s name. I believed these people were so powerful in the faith, that even the police services would not believe me.
When my best friends Elder father phoned to break the news that he knew about this, my heart skipped a beat. I thought OMG he is going to kill me and I shut my eyes waiting and saying to myself I’m dead, I’m dead but thankfully he never went that far, I was still allowed to keep my life. I seen my mum after that and the sight of her was a hard one. She was so upset, I thought this is my fault. I was called into the back room, in the Kingdom Hall, myself with 3 other elders. This was after my father decided to confess to the elders, everything that he had done. Whilst in there, I was shaking like a leaf. They wanted to know every single sordid detail. Everything!!!! They asked me questions like “Had I done anything to entice him” They asked me about my clothing outside and away from the Kingdom Hall, was it flirtatious clothing, did I show too much skin. Of course, I never wore flirtatious clothing. That was one of the things forbidden anyway, and would not have been something bought for me, ever. They asked if I had been dancing in a certain way, had I worn bikini’s whilst being on holiday. Basically all the questions, looking back was encouraging me to blame myself for what had happened. After meeting with the elders, I asked myself on many occasions, Why did I let my Dad touch me there? I can remember clearly the way I felt. I actually did feel this was my fault. That I somehow could have stopped it. Maybe if I had just said no to him, and let him spank me instead for not obeying him. I could have stopped it from happening. If only I had run away, maybe this would not have happened. Now of course I know there is only one person to blame for this. Still I kept up pretence. Going to the Doctors with Dad and Mum to discuss our problem. It now became mum’s problem, my problem when it was his fault. At the behest of the doctor, I had to attend counselling. But back then, I only went once. The problem had not been dealt with for my part.The Elders, stripped my father of his MS rank. To which I must admit I slightly took pleasure in. Well he was bad so he deserved it. I thought that was ample punishment, obviously not realising that he could go to prison for this and be punished appropriately. I did not realise that this would cause more problems later on though.
My first exit from the cult
When asked what I wanted to do with my life, by my parents after school life, I said I would like to become a nurse. After role playing it for many years as a little girl I thought I wanted to help others and make them well again. My father laughed and said “We won’t be needing nurses in the new system (paradise) maybe you should think of something that would be more valuable than a nurse. Remember the new system is just around the corner!!!” Ok so I ended up in a training course for Admin. Don’t ask me what my father thought Admin would be great for in the new system. Still to this day I have no clue. I also poured myself into pioneering work putting in 120 hours per month to go around doors and spread the JW message. (BTW I’m sorry I knocked, and sorry if I ever managed to sway people to this awful cult) So I was out pretty much any spare moment from work, “bible thumping” Eventually though I could no longer keep up pretences.
I tried leaving already, I had got my own house, claiming to the council that I needed somewhere to stay, that I needed to move out because of my father’s abuse. So I was given a house. Right up the street from the Kingdom Hall. Mum said it must be Jehovah working in mysterious ways. I was not far from my training course too which helped. I never actually left “the truth” then. I sort of faded slightly for all of about 2 months. I loved this new found freedom. I met my 2nd boyfriend, as my first was in high school (did I just blurt that out haha well now they know) Obviously as rules go, not allowed outside influences, so bringing in someone from the world to lodge with me was not good. I was reproved for that. For having outside influences and was advised to remove her from my lodgings. To which I never bothered with because although I was happy to be free, I missed my mum and my sister. I was worried you see, if I was not there then how could I protect my sister from a paedophile. I moved back in with them in January 1999, truly repenting in their eyes, but actually I was just pretending again. I was lying to myself more than anyone else. I had 2 faces. One for the JW’s, and the other for other people.
So my best friend left “the truth” I thought OMG she would not have done anything like that down to the fact her father was an elder in good standing. Nope she left, she told them she needed time to get herself together. On the way home from this time of visiting my friend’s family, which was 2 hours drive, I got into an argument with my father. I can remember why. Both my sister and I had sneaked off with my best friends sister, to meet her in the woods not far from her house. Of course, being a JW you are not allowed to do this. Apostate (someone who leaves a belief system behind) in the eyes of JW’s are “mentally diseased”. Again with the shunning techniques. So even though, she was my very best friend I knew I was not meant to be speaking with her. But I did not care less about this anyway. Because I loved her. She was my best friend, we were like soulmates. Obviously my father found out about this. So he started arguing with me. The way he would go on would be a lecture, quoting scripture after scripture, to justify his lecture and try to quell my behaviour. With each lecture that happened though, the more angry I would get. So this one time I remember that we were in the car, and I was clenching my teeth together, 18 years old and getting angrier and angrier the more he went on and on and on. I snapped, saying “WELL MAYBE I DON’T WANT TO BE AN F’N JEHOVAH’S WITNESS ANYMORE” He retorted “WELL I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY F’N HOUSE THEN”
Total Silence all the way home. Word vomit. Just would not go back in there. I knew what I had done when I said that. I basically had consigned myself to being without a home and no money as I had just gave him the very last of my dig money from work.
My final exit
If you are a Jehovah’s Witness, even if you did not have a choice to be one and you were raised as one and then years later, leave the faith then you are shunned. What I mean by that is, unless you have left silently and just no longer attend and you have written a letter of dis-association OR have been dis-fellowshipped for wrong doing (In my case my wrong doing was publicly announcing that the organisation behind these people, cover up cases of child abuse) then people who are of the faith are no longer allowed to speak with you. This includes members of the faith who are your own flesh and blood. They are not allowed to speak to you. If they see you in the street, they are meant to walk the other way. This is to try and get you to go back, because in some cases, peoples employers are JW’s, peoples landlords are JW’s and their friends are ONLY JW’s.
In my case, I was kicked out of home. You see even though I hated my father for what he had done, he was still my father. I still wanted to belong to family. The prospect of trying to live alone, was one I had pondered over, had even left previously but I knew I would have trouble trying to make my way in the world. I was homeless overnight. It scared me, almost as much as the abuse. I was kicked out of the home, obviously scripturally based. I was alone on many occasions, even in rooms filled with people. The only person I could really confide in was my sister, and she was not allowed to speak to me.
I had no where to go. I lost my job because I had no clue what to do, no money to get to work as pretty much everything had went on digs to my father. I could not even rely on a council house as I had left they lodgings already 6 months previously so I could pretend to be a JW again and try to protect my sister. And well, the worldly person I had brought in to lodge with me, had given up the house to move back in with her parents. I was banned from getting a council house for 2 years, as rules go, if you give up a council house perfectly good lodgings then barred for that amount of time. I was cut off from family, including my sister. I was not allowed to speak to them, and they were not allowed to speak to me. I felt more pain from being cut off, from my sister than my parents. Especially not my father, I hated that man. Never hated anyone as much as I hated that man at that time.
I was lucky though, I knew people in the area and after hearing my plight, I ended up staying with a family up the street. Things were ok for a while, then money went missing from someone’s purse. I got accused instantly. I never did anything of the sort I wailed. Nope these people would not listen to me thinking I had took this persons money when I had not. And I will swear blind to this day I had not done that. I would never have done anything like that, to jeopardise my lodgings, these kind friendly people who took me in, why would I want to. I ended up staying next door to her, another family, with children this time. I babysat whilst she went out on nights out, earning a bit more money than jobseekers allowance. Then one night I just could not do it as I had other plans, to which she was upset about. Homeless again.
Someone else took me in. A kind middle aged woman. They treated me, took me to fete’s, carnivals, it was as if I had adopted a mother. I loved this woman, not sexually I may add, just in the way a daughter would to her mum. I was also treated as an adult, so I could go to friends houses and drink, do drugs etc. Wild child springs to mind there. I had started to spiral out of control. A life of self harm, alcoholism and drugs. I must add I never went as far as taking cocaine or heroin. That stuff scared me, and knowing my addictive personality it’s something I was proud to say no to. Then one morning I came home to the ladies house, and went to my bed. I woke up, expecting to hear this woman up pottering around in the kitchen. Nope she was not there. I checked upstairs to see if she had maybe decided to have a long lie in. I shuggled her to see if she was awake, to let her know I would be going out and I would be back later. She was stone cold. I looked at her legs and they were greyish blue. I screamed, and her new found lover who was lying beside her, woke up and then I went running to her friends house, tears streaming down my face that this woman was dead.
I eventually ended up in a bedsit, there are people in this world who are so kind. And even although I hung around with people who were also drinking a lot and partying a lot they helped me. I could never thank them enough for that help. I moved about the place until I found my partner in the wake of 2000. The wake of the millennium, the year I thought Armageddon was coming. Nope no Armageddon here. I picked myself up, at the request of my new found lover and now Partner of nearly 15 years, to which we have 4 children. He helped me seek counselling for my self harm and other inner demons. I believe he is the reason I am still alive today.
I don’t have contact with my Father, he was jailed and have not seen him since. I have had contact with my mother since she finally left “the truth” a few years ago. I was shunned by her at the beginning, for being dis-fellowshipped and now an apostate. But I did not care at the time. I was an angry rebellious teenager, almost adult but not quite. I was not too happy with her anyway for failing to protect me from my incestuous father, who eventually had turned to my sister and done things to her as well. But I now realise she was just as vulnerable as I was. The shunning technique, that the JW’s use, hurt my mum as well. She was just doing what was expected of her. But she was missing me, then eventually she was missing my sister also. We went 6 years without speaking to her. We were lucky though that she had contact with her non-jw sister, who was also in contact with us. We re-built bridges and now we are as close as ever to our Mum. Mum has since said “Family is the most important thing in the world. Treasure it, because it is the only family you have”.
That’s my story, it’s a sad one but with a happy ending. I will not say it is not tough because at times they are. There have been times where after I exited the Jehovah’s Witnesses that I thought I had damned my children to death at Armageddon. After reading a lot of truth about the truth, I realised this was not to be the case. I have battled depression, twice and nearly lost my life due to having my 4th child. Thankfully I had a blood transfusion something that had I been a JW, I would not have been allowed to receive and would have surely died as a result. All I can hope for is that my own children do not suffer the same childhood as me and my sister had. I am here to protect them from the evil cult Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Also could I take the time to acknowledge a very special person, William Bowen. He is the founding member of Silentlambs and without him, people like myself would not have been able to bring their stories before the courts. Especially in a country where religious freedom is in it’s constitution. It should be in my opinion religious freedom as long as no harm is done to another human being if I was making a constitution. Anyone wishing to donate, can follow the link to www.silentlambs.org
If you would like to know more about the JW Cult, from an objective standpoint then here are some links
Specifically about child abuse within the JW organisation, take a look at the following youtube video.
If you would like to see how they operate for yourself, then you can read their magazines at.