It was not very long after that episode that
a divorce came through. As the State did
in those days my brother and I were awarded into our mother's custody. (The vagueness of these events stem from the
dust of years, age, embarrassment, and just wanting to forget things, and for
the parties involved to just move on in life).
My Dad moved on with his life. Drinking for one. Continuing her apparent downward spiral,
Linda took my brother and I on her junkie-prostitutional journey with her; (as
my brother remembers several details of our mother's "front seat
companions"). Where and how things
took their real turn continues to be a mystery but somehow life went on. Linda dropped Tracy and I off at a daycare
babysitter, and on the third day of not showing up family members were
out-of-the-loop as well; or simply unable to step in and accept the burden of
caring for us. The State of Texas came
in and CPS advanced us into the care of Buckner's Children's HOME. (As of this
date I still have not found out the duration of our stay and records were not
forth coming in my adult attempts to uncover them). Either months or years it was long enough on
our psychological development to seed some strong issues on my brother and I.
But in time we were "rescued" from it to endure other childhood
experiences.
My dad move on with his life but the memory
of his sons played on his mind continually so that by the time word reached him
the wheels of how to retrieve us turned quickly. In some bar swimming in a piety party Bob met
Brenda Shepherd, a newly divorcee with her own daughter. Sharing their stories Bob also told her
"my cousin says the world is going to end in 1975 and I need to join
Jehovah's Organization."
To which Brenda replied, "Before that
happens you need to get your boys back." After that smile they both got
married in a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses, and then headed to Buckner
and argued over my brother and I. Linda was a mess as all she and Bob could do
was scream and yell at one another with Brenda trying to play the calm
one. “If you take ‘em,” Linda said
leaning toward the other woman, “take better care of ‘em than I did.”
I recall a dark night leaving the bright
lights of a gas station waking up in the front seat of the car. The seven years old me looking up at Brenda and
asking, “Are you my new mommy?”
“If you want me to be,” came her smiling
reply that it was alright to go back to sleep.
I remember I use to love being a Jehovah’s
Witness, bow tied and book bag in hand, playing the doorman at the Kingdom Hall
and enjoying the Dramas at the Assemblies. I was special, an elite among
men. There was no loss of Christmas joy,
nor any memories of the wickedly-Pagan Halloween; other than not answering the
mysterious knockers who came to our door.
Yet as I grew up I always felt confused.
Every time I had just begun to understand what was being studied in the
Watchtower, and proud that I was able to answer predetermined questions into
the microphone as it was passed about; a few months later New Light changed things. No matter how much I tried to grasp their
deep theological concepts they kept sliding out of my hands. I was never smart enough, I was told for
Jehovah’s Light always gets brighter and brighter. I recall growing up and being in the field
Ministry doing the preaching work and having doors slammed in my face, dogs
being set lose to chase us away, being sprayed with water instead of
lawns. I remember being sent to the principal’s
office for not saluting the flag as an idol and over hearing one worker tell
another teacher, “There’s that stupid kid again.”
“Stupid,” “Retarded” wear on you after a while.
(Note
to self: things to never tell a child.) I failed first grade for these very reasons. I
was always a failure at simple things that was why I was in class with other Special
Needs Students. Up, until I sixth grade everyone
thought and called me “special,” (I never
knew why), when I joined “normal kids” for the first time. As it turned out I was not Developmentally
Challenged after all just dyslectic, deaf in my right ear and needed to wear
corrective lenses. Did not help my early
case that I came from a dysfunctional family with an alcoholic and bi-polar
step mother or being raised in an overly controlling religious group either.
Everyone in my family became baptized members
of The Society. I had always wanted to
get baptized at the District Assembly, the same one as when the Dramas were
done, like how cool would that have been?! Yet, as much as I loved The Truth, I always seemed to have had too
many questions for the elders. Their forever-changing doctrinal New Light
always reinforced the reasons for my low self-esteem issues as I was not smart enough
to understand such things. What hurt my growth
of such spiritual matters was after rambling on excitedly so about something I
learned directly from the Bible, my Dad said, “Son, even Jesus rested, can we give
all the questions a break?”
With all the negativity that others seemed to look into my life I thought I lived in a thrilling time. I had an old tree in our back yard that had a plank of wood nailed to some high branches and it was my “tree house”. I loved Star Trek and Planet of the Apes cartoons growing up. Vietnam news playing in the background on TV only reinforced to us the “end of this wicked system of things” was just on the brink of sure fulfillment. Yet, when the year 1975 came and went without Armageddon our worldview changed. My father became disillusioned and bitter against The Society as our family’s attendance began to fade, but my own faith in the Governing Body as the true mediator of my salvation never waned.
CONTINUE reading........ NEXTWith all the negativity that others seemed to look into my life I thought I lived in a thrilling time. I had an old tree in our back yard that had a plank of wood nailed to some high branches and it was my “tree house”. I loved Star Trek and Planet of the Apes cartoons growing up. Vietnam news playing in the background on TV only reinforced to us the “end of this wicked system of things” was just on the brink of sure fulfillment. Yet, when the year 1975 came and went without Armageddon our worldview changed. My father became disillusioned and bitter against The Society as our family’s attendance began to fade, but my own faith in the Governing Body as the true mediator of my salvation never waned.
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I feel I have known you my entire life and you have grown into my second dad. You are incredible for all you have been through to still be you! I love you.
ReplyDelete*Sniff* *sniff* *blushing* Why thank you very much for the touching comments. I am the blessed one.
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