I cannot forget those who taught my children to submit to the lie. I can forgive for my own sake, and let go of the furious anger. But they cannot come back into my life and be trusted again. It's like grieving for the undead.
#FamilyIsEverything. APL = 8.75/10 *Authorized conspiracy theorist *Not an authorized preacher.
Indoctrination runs deep.
How high up the pole are you referring to?
Close family and family friends. I cannot judge their mother; she is always a peer as a parent, even if she follows a misguided path, and we can never "de-coparent" (barring actively murdering the kids!). The relationship with my parents will never be the same; being casually dismissed when I present data from pharma companies and official govt showing kids are being harmed (and all their grandkids at risk) is irrecoverable to previous state, but mother is a JW and I have 50 years of dealing with cult indoctrination. Daughter's school headmistress in Lithuania should be in prison following our email exchange as evidence trail — absolutely and devastatingly incriminating for her, no excuses about not knowing the illegality of her actions. (Former) friend who has funded my kids' private education has tried to displace me and my choice of values (courage, not complicity) as father; will likely never speak again as a consequence. Very sad outcome.
These are real betrayals, this is real war. My family is splintered as I am the only dissenting voice. Siblings spewing irrational hate at my resistance to the lies, screaming demands that I get our parents shot up again ."it's not voodoo!!" wild eyes scream. Calm logical discussions with a PHD sibling that end in personal insults (not from me). I continue with patience. I have been vocal, aware and openly articulate since the beginning of this but it seems that nothing I have said could be received. Data, Facts, Science, curious questions... my children did not listen, now my grandchildren are at risk. No true friends left as the last few have run out of patience now that "nothing is happening", prefer to talk about "normal things"... Oh God, forgive them.