Originally Posted By: barrytheblade
Originally Posted By: Danielle Alicia
Barrytheblade, I am curious as to your story on how you managed to break free from the brainwashing effects of the JW religion, and at what age you did so? Would you mind sharing the information with me? I think it is always amazing when I hear of someone else's experiences in this regard.

Well, I started seeing a girl who was a witness. I was around sixteen, she was about fifteen, I think. Well, as you know, such things are frowned upon and we were both counseled by her father, who was an elder, that we shouldn't hug each other or anything. I was a bit chapped about it, of course.

Shortly after I got a job at a restaurant after school and didn't go to many meetings. I also spent my weekends hanging out at the house of a witness woman who was almost twice my age. I'll just say that we ended up in a bit of an illicit relationship and eventually her daughter, who was fourteen, also hooked up with me a few times. It was a bit of a mess, but I wasn't complaining.

I had a few visits from elders (my dad and stepmother weren't witnesses) and they were trying to find out why I wasn't attending meetings and why the witness lady I was visiting was suddenly having major marital problems. I just fell further and further away until I decided to join the army and disassociated myself officially. The witness "girlfriend" and I, of course, then broke it off and I stopped hanging out with the lady and her daughter.

A friend of mine was a new member of the CoS and he and I often discussed Satanism. I went to the bookstore and bought the Bible and read it in one sitting. I've never looked back.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write about this situation. It seems to me you had a first-hand account of the hypocrisy--and utter ridiculousness--of the JW way of life. When I was young, my sister was caught in the backseat of a car making out with a ministerial school servant. This man was married, had two children already, and his wife was 8 months pregnant. Oh yes, my sister was only 16 at the time.
I'll never forget my father beating him up in front of my eyes! I had never seen violence before, and ran to my bedroom and cowered under the sheets.