|Contributed by Noel Parsons|
Because of my questionings, I was treated differently than my other siblings. At twelve years of age, I was taken out of school and home-schooled. Then at the age of fourteen years, I got a job and by the age of fifteen to sixteen years, I ended up experiencing great depression, because I did not want to be a JW anymore. At the time, I became suicidal, thinking it would be better if I were dead. At least, I would not have to live my life for their Watchtower Society cult anymore and I would be at peace. I realized, also, that I could never kill myself, because I could never put my family through that.
I continued with living the JW life and was baptized, because I thought it would please my parents and make them proud of me. Unfortunately, that did not work and, at this point, I had no one to turn to, nowhere to go.
At eighteen years of age, I moved out in my attempt to get away from it all, but my mother's little spies were everywhere. By this point, I knew I could not live the JW life anymore. My suicidal thoughts returned and again, I thought that it would be better if I were dead. That is when a lady at work took me under her wing and I am forever grateful to her, because I don't know where I would be now, if she had not been there for me.
I have been disfellowshipped and shunned by my family for six years, but I now have a beautiful family of my own. My partner's family is so loving and caring and the past six years have been the happiest and hardest of my life, but I am finally free to be me.