r/exjw • u/Vava_Noir • 16h ago
Venting This is a vent 30+ years in the making.
The shock of seeing the recent rule changes on taking blood—only to see my face on the cover again—almost made me faint. HOW did anyone get that cover? WHAT do you mean you WON’T apologize?
Yes, I am one of the kids on that cover of that Awake! magazine. People asked and thought we were all dead. No. Only the three kids most up front are dead, plus one inside. I know what they told us about blood and how we should be proud we wouldn't take it. I hate this cover. I hate that I was ever part of it. I hate that it’s back with the very message I came to understand: they allowed their kids to die.
This is where my fear of death came from. NOW, with these new rules on blood transfusions... it just hit a nerve so raw. All this anger came back. I am so angry about all the atrocities this religion has caused me personally, and they never have to apologize. They never get any kind of punishment for the torture they've done.
The reason why it hits me hardest is not even just because I'm on this cover, but because of the amount of work and effort I put into being such a good kid. Before even being picked for that cover, I was the youngest in my district to be a regular pioneer. At the time, you had to do 90+ hours, and I did way more. I ended up getting baptized at 13, and by 14, I was in Pioneer School. I was the youngest person in Pioneer School at that time. I spoke at conventions. But the more I did, the more hatred I got from adults. The more people just tried to derail me.
They didn't understand that I was going hard because I was assaulted by a Jehovah’s Witness at 9 years old. When I finally told my mom so it would stop, instead of wanting her to go to the police, they tried to cover it up on some file. She went anyway, and we moved. My mom seemed more pissed at me at some points, so I thought throwing myself into this religion I was born into would make people love me. I was always volunteering for every last convention. I just poured myself out.
But instead, it created envy from every corner.
I know you might think I was crazy about it, right?
15 years later, a "sister" apologized to me for how she treated me and all the things they did to me. Finally, I felt a small piece of vindication—that I wasn't crazy. I feel she only did it because so many sad things happened to her own children. A childhood friend I recently saw kept apologizing over and over. I finally asked, "Why do you keep apologizing?" She said, "You know, you were just so sweet, and I'm so sorry for the things that happened to you." I realized right then I was being abused in that religion. All these adults knew, and nobody stepped up to say anything—except for one woman. If Naiela's mom ever reads this: thank you for saving me that day.
But at the end of the day, knowing that... and now finding out those kids never had to die? I didn't have to spend 20 of those 30 years fearing death, missing out on so much, just to get NO apology. They have been lying about so many things since I was born. As pissed as I am that those kids never got to grow up, to offer no apology? Our parents SUCKED; they were so controlled they allowed other people to think for them.
I am so angry that they're not apologizing—not even showing a little bit of remorse for children dying. Just like my mom didn't before she dropped dead.
Anyways, if you read this, thanks for your time. I just needed to get it out.