According to twi, emotions have no value.... Oh, how many horrible times I was told this lie! Told to renew my mind and control my thinking... and as a woman, it was shoved down my throat that I was supposed to be especially careful since all women are run by their emotions. And since I was "raised in the Word" from my formative years, I bought the whole thing and believed in it wholeheartedly.
I turned myself into the good little sweet submissive woman they wanted. I discounted any emotion that was contrary to twi doctrine... I sold my soul to those devils. I turned my heart into a stone. I stopped caring about the people around me who cared the most for me (my family), I put them aside so that I could better serve God and His Word and His MINISTRY. What a bunch of crap. Whenever I was attacked by WC, I would just sit there silently taking the abuse. Stonefaced. Emotionless.
Now that I think about it, it was probably a coping mechanism against the abuse, to make it stop faster. Because if you said anything back in argument, the abuse just got worse. I remember at one point being told that if I ever wasn't completely open and honest again with a WC minister, that I would be facing spiritual death! (This was over a mistake during set up for a class where I tried to cover my foot when I damaged a piece of posterboard.) I was so terrified of "spiritual death" (I never have quite figured out WHAT exactly spiritual death is, but it sounded like the worst possible thing I could have happen) that I sat in the back of the room with the hair on my arms standing up, shaking with literal terror.... I think about that now and I am sickened by my lack of self respect. Later that day, another believer came up to me who had overheard what had happened. He asked me if I knew what would happen to me if I left twi. He told me that I would turn to witchcraft and become a lesbian . That my mind would become a terrible affront to God. He asked me what I would do if I left... I told him that I would get my hands on a bunch of sleeping pills, drive out to the middle of nowhere where no one would find me and commit suicide to keep those things from happening to me, because I could not handle being such an affront to God.
Suicide? It seemed more logical to me at the time than living outside the walls of "Zion"... I wasn't even WC. I was just a stupid 20-something girl who had cut herself off from her family (who was Mark and Avoid) so that she could serve God. And if I couldn't do that, I would kill myself.
Well, I made it out with the help of my husband and my family. I am not practicing witchcraft (but I don't think there is anything wrong with Wicca) and I am not a lesbian. I am happy. I cry , I laugh, I love, I get mad sometimes and yell. I even throw fits and stomp my feet when I get mad sometimes like a little kid. I am learning to fully experience my emotions and put value on them. And I don't consider suicide any sort of logical solution for any problem, but to think of those times now makes my blood run cold.
Why did I even want to be a part of something so cold, horrible, and uncaring???