Unashamed Of Leaving My BeliefsI was raised in the beliefs of Jehovah's Witnesses by parents who, one was born into the belief and the other came into it by her parents as she was a little older. I do remember being very small and going to the Kingdom Hall, meetings, and memorials were all normal for me and outside activities such as birthdays and holidays or even interacting with school friends were very strange to me.
As I grew older, my parents attended meetings less, then eventually not at all. I didn't think much of that at first as they weren't overly social and my grandparents had moved a couple of hours away and we kids would attend services with them as we visited with them. The bigger conventions our grandparents took us too were always the most fun for us. I was all very exciting, as much as a family vacation then meeting so many others that were "like minded", added to the fun.
When I came to be old enough to think about dating, my grandmother couldn't have been more pleased for me to have met someone at one of these conventions. (The fact that he had money didn't hurt) This young man and I became brief pen-pals (pre-internet days), having a bit of a long distance relationship. Between coming to know this person and having my eyes opened to a great many truths about my father, it opened a great many doors of what was really going on in the world.
You see, being raised under the rule of this religion as well as my family being overly protective of me, I was a very sheltered child. I eventually started to see what was really going on with all of these people, my parents included. I came to learn that my parents didn't attend any longer as they had already had a falling out with some of the "Elders" vying for power within the congregation. I became aware of the secrets and overlooking of certain things with certain people and the damning of others that just weren't worthy. Hope of the Word became a book of lies. Trusted people were realized for who they really were and this was the biggest let down. As younger generations came up in the congregation it was more apparent of how political it all was. Of course, the more money one had, the higher regard they were held, my grandparents among them.
The traits of people to be forgiven or deemed as forever sinful differed depending on who you were among the community. Lectures and services were obvious, horrible hypocrisies. It became INCREASINGLY clear of why they teach to be completely “separate from the world”. It’s evident that “the devil’s playground” was full of truths that was best left hidden. Better to have as little questioning of faith as possible and condemn any who dared into the dreaded dark nothingness of eternal sleep. Better to hide away the facts of Elders lies and philandering, while teaching wives and daughters that they are barely tolerable and come second at best to these ‘un-worldly’ pigs and, these girls are brought up to be silent and grateful for having been saved.
I see many similar stories here and with others that have experienced this world, that truly is all in their own. Those that haven’t had their faith tainted, I think it’s great. I believe we should all have our hopes and faiths to hold onto, in whatever shape or form they come. I don’t believe others should be condemned for not agreeing that another’s path is the only right one. And I certainly don’t understand why Witnesses or any other “Christianized” (yes you are a Christian organization) religion would come here to a place where people are trying to find support within each other to knock them down even more. Why they feel it necessary to go out of their way to force their defensive opinion upon people who have already heard it in ways that have already pushed them away from their religion in the first place.