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In Reply to: Re: True Story about Mind Control posted by Jewlz on January 25, 2007 at 03:16:51:
I can just imagine how the fear factor took off after your son was kidnapped. In the seventies, my family was broken up within the family, yet again, and my eldest child was forced to go with his father who lived with someone else by that time. There was such fear of what hoops I would have to jump through to keep contact with him because when a separation happened within and one parent was still in the family there was the fear of the kids going on the underground railroad within the COG to keep them away from the out-of-it parent.
I left at a time when things were mobile, more loosely controlled and funds were there, and I had all my children with me, the funds were supposed to be for India but no way I was going there. Fear was the biggest factor, imo, when it comes to why people stay.
Then it is very frightening to leave with no known safe place to land or support in place for leaving.
Ya hit the ground running and survival is an immediate need, everything else goes to the backburner for years. At least, it had to for me.
Jewlz, I can't imagine having your child taken to another continent and wondering how to get him back. I am so glad that you did.
I had nightmares for years and years after leaving and still do on occasion when things get real stressed.
I am not very healthy these days.
What was that fear like when you were separated from your son and what was it like to get him back?
I had started having really bad panic attacks and thought I was having heart attacks and was going to die, for about a year before I left and the for a long time after I left.
I am very glad, too, for the therapists that helped and for the benzo's that kept the anxiety reined in until I could get through it, which took years.
I relate also to the unsettled and abusive life before the cult and know that there are a lot of exers that had horrific backgrounds. The cult seemed like a safe haven and a good cause and it was easy to take the bait of a promised better life with purpose and meaning. Then when the initial hook was taken out and we were battered and deep fried, it was a bit late to realize "Charlie" was lucky that StarKist didn't take him..
(thinking of the old ads for StarKist Tuna where a tuna fish named Charlie wants to be caught to be among the elite tuna, but he is rejected because he isn't suitable. Then a hook comes back down with a note that says "Sorry, Charlie")
