Jehovah Witness Beliefs – The True Story of a very average Jehovah's Witness.

I will keep this chapter short – as college was quick and relatively painless, and little that happened was a direct result of my Jehovah’s Witness experience.

Although its frowned on to attend college my parents required no persuading to let me attend, in fact had I indicated a desire to skip college, I suspect they would have been angry at me for not following through on my education.

College opened many new freedoms for me, and the system of learning was so much superior to secondary school that I genuinely had a great time there. Due to my association with the witnesses, I could not partake of all the partying, relationships, and fun that was the life of a normal student – but I still managed to make good enough excuses to stay over in a worldly friend’s house up to ten times a year.

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I was no angel during these years, I was drinking, providing my school with fake ID’s, and had there been an opportunity for some fornication I’m sure I would have been right in there! (Just how were you supposed to pick up girls at assemblies I will never know?) Despite all of this behaviour, I still believed the basics – and thought that the religion was a genuine one – it was to take more than a decade and many years after I left for this opinion to change.

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Wow I just came across another great story about the Jehovahs Witness Cult and their beliefs:

Lying in my hospital bed, in the throes of an exhausting labour, I was in agony and feeling very frightened. I’d gone into labour ten weeks early and my twins were in the breech position, so it was likely I would need a Caesarean.

As a first-time mother, it was a terrifying moment – but worse was yet to come. As the consultant obstetrician looked through my notes, he suddenly lifted his head and said: ‘I see you’re a Jehovah’s Witness.’

I nodded mutely, overcome with fear, as I knew what would happen next. The doctor left the room and called the Jehovah’s Witness Hospital Liaison Committee, a group of the religion’s senior members – or ‘elders’ – who are on call to negotiate with doctors about blood transfusions.

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No Jesus, you CANT come into Bethel. You need to take off that dress, and wear a suit. For gods sakes, shave that beard, anyone would think you are a hippy! SANDALS!?!?!?!?!?!? Only apostates wear those.

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The next two years of school and the witnesses laid down many patterns which I have seen repeated again and again across forums and other members’ stories. It’s normal for teenagers to rebel – it’s a natural process of testing their boundaries and becoming adults. In a normal situation this phase eventually gives way to rounded young adults who have had their fun and are ready to slot into society. With the Jehovah’s Witnesses this phase is longer, and in some cases leads to lasting damage – as the teenager adopts a personality which always seeks to find boundaries and push beyond them.

At this time every single ‘young one’ in the congregation had either been smoking, drinking, engaging in immoral behaviour, and in certain cases taking ‘soft’ drugs. Not a single person between 14-18 was free from this behaviour. I know because I was right there involved with them. We had a status quo – you don’t tell on me – I won’t tell on you. This situation was end as I turned 16.

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Before I write about the final two years of secondary school, I feel its important to set the scene regarding the congregation and some of the other aspects of my life which led up to those years.

In our congregation there were thirteen ‘young ones’ in their teen years, four of the girls got pregnant out of wedlock and in their mid teens, they were hushed away but not DF’d, four of the guys got up to all sorts but were allowed to drift away without being removed.

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Over the next years leading up to my first set of real school exams, my sense of isolation grew and grew. I had only one friend. The only members of the opposite sex I saw were Jehovah’s Witness girls, and I knew that Witnesses could not be trusted.

I was in a dark place and frequently cried myself to sleep as I could see no escape route. I couldn’t leave as my father, at this time an elder – and as zealous as ever would throw me out of the house. How would I support myself? Would I sleep on the streets? I had no money, no supportive relatives, and no one with whom I could speak. I was alone.

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The pressure to get baptised is extreme on all Witnesses, especially so on the born-in ones. I don’t recall the exact date of my baptism but it followed my final last ditch effort to fit in and be a good Jehovah’s Witness. For the six months leading up to the day that would result in my eventual shunning and disassociation I studied real hard, answered at the meetings, even did 60+ hours a month on the service (although that was actually good fun).

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I want to be clear from the start that I have no evidence to support or backup the parts of this chapter which are not about me – but it’s important they are aired. This part is written based on conversation, gossip, and what little information it was possible to drag out of people.

I want to take a break from my story and finish the story of my first girlfriend and the horrific abuse that she suffered and the contribution to this abuse made by the local body of elders.

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My first year in Ireland was one of the hardest and most enjoyable years of my life.

Within two days of moving to Ireland, my Father suffered a severe brain haemorrhage, and had to be rushed to hospital. The survival rate for this condition is very low. For a number of weeks he was on the critical list and could have died at any moment. Until this point I had viewed my Mother as sometimes weak and unable to be strong. I was wrong. I have nothing but respect for my Mother now, and the strength she showed in those months was incredible. She daily faced the prospect of loosing her husband and still managed to smile, and tell her now three sons that it would all be ok. I only hope that if life throws something like that at me, I can show the guts that she did!

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