“I can’t express to you how crazy this house was, and yet the friends would come, it was perfect…showtime.” Trish and her kids were in the cult of Jehovah’s Witnesses, but their home too was a place where they didn’t feel safe. Although from the outside people may have seen them one way as they put on a good show, the realities didn’t match up at home. Instead of living out loud, they had to be silent and to hide themselves, becoming small so as not to be seen in a home environment that didn’t feel safe. Later in life Trish would be encouraged to even deny the existence of her sons by the wife of an elder, to make them invisible, as they were not who the cult wanted them to be either. This is a story of reclaiming a life that was a false show of something that wasn’t real underneath, and of finding oneself and being free to be authentic.
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Thanks for your contribution and telling your story on the podcast. I just started listening to it. It was amazing to hear you say the words that it was a no-brainer for you to chose your children over the religion. I wish my mum had made that choice but she didn’t, and it’s absolutely heartbreaking. I’m good now and therapy has made me realise that the woman I worshiped almost as much as God actually is more deeply flawed than I wanted to see, and that I deserved much better. So thank you for your choice for your children (and yourself).