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From Hitch (as he insisted his friends call him), I learned that no one is is best viewed through a spiritually ambiguating fog filter, and even a sicko like Norman Bates has his finer qualities. And then, this year, I turned 50—time for a proper midlife crisis.
Hitch’s films inoculated me against the judgmentalism that surrounded me and, although I put in my 10,000 hours in the door-to-door ministry, in three decades I never made a single convert. Cultism being a communicable disease, we had two children and raised them to expect an imminent Armageddon. As if to draw a fine line under that epiphany, my hair continued to thin and more grey crept in, yet I refused to see what it was leading to. I decided to skip the enforced frivolity of a birthday party to take a closer look at this new-to-me concept of mortality.
Here are a few suggestions: The best place to go to find Ex-Jehovah’s Witnesses in your area is through Facebook Groups and the Ex-Jehovah’s Witness Meetup website.
There you will be able to enter your zipcode to see a list of Ex-Jehovah’s Witness Meetup groups in your area.
How can I meet other Ex-Jehovah’s Witnesses in my area who understand what I am going through?
” OUR RESPONSE: Dear friend, You must feel so lonely.
The loss of this spiritual identity can be one of the hardest aspects of leaving to overcome.
We began preparing for the worst too, because come October, 1975, Jehovah was going to plant hooks in the jaws of the nations and lead them to the Battle of Armageddon, whooshing our makeshift family into a second chance at prosperity in a millennium of theocratic rule. Some of our friends sold their houses to go preach in faraway lands.
Witness youths dropped out of school to devote their remaining time in this old world to the ministry.
I tried obsessively to reconcile the two, soothing the cognitive dissonance with marathon bouts of masturbation followed by panic attacks, a dirty secret that would disqualify me from the paradise—or worse, if my mother ever found out.
Shame is, by far, the heaviest form of egocentricity.
Hundreds of thousands of disillusioned members abandoned the Witness membership rolls. After all, we were part of a unique, non-holiday-celebrating “great crowd” of true Christians who would yet survive God’s Day of Vengeance and never taste death (provided we remained morally pure). When my older sister, Lynnda, started acting like a typical hormonal teenager, she was abruptly shunned by the congregation.