In the beginning I too wanted to stand on the rooftops and shout all the things I had "discovered" (and were shocked to find out) I almost felt I was being disloyal to friends who did not know these things if I did not tell them - but slowly I began to realize that those people I could interact with and who would listen would never change their beliefs even if the 'profit' himself told them it was all a hoax. There is just too much at stake for TBM regarding family ostracising (is there such a word?) which is the one thing that is the most difficult thing to accept. Remember TSCC is based on "family' - well that is what we were taught to believe... I am sure as one of the other posters here said - your son is still in the anger stage of his grief....sometimes it takes quite a while to move past that - for some of us it was quicker...thankfully. Hope it gets sorted.
Just as we do not want missionaries pounding down our doors trying to bring us back, TBMs don't want ex-Mormons pounding down their doors trying to open their eyes.
I have some TBMs in my family and we simply do not talk about the church. If it is brought up, they grit their teeth and hope I'll see the error of my ways and come back someday and I smile and nod then change the subject. It's not worth the fight because they need to find these things out for themselves.
This is probably the most valuable thing I have read in a while. I don't want to be bothered and I do not want to bother others. sOME OF THEM HAVE BORN THEIR TESTIMONY TO ME, AS IF I WERE SUPPOSED TO BURST INTO TEARS AND SCREAM, (DAMNED CAPS KEY!) But they are also my friends. If they want to believe in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sing, "We Thank Thee Oh God, For a Bakery"...cool by me. I just don't care to be proselytized.
By me being normal and cool I feel that we can have a better relationship and they will not be so "sold" on their garbage. However, our relationship is more important. These are guys that I spend hours with, walking, talking about the girls boobs that answered the door, chicks, wrestled with, got so pissed off at each other that in other settings we would have knocked the hell out of the other, helped him by changing his bike tire, ...more like brothers than anything. I cannot dislike them in any way. However, a fulcrum point is that I do not believe the sh*t we shoveled at the time and I feel wonderful about it. I smile, shake their hands, laugh, remember when I caught the dude whacking off in the shower, when his Mom called and told him that his Grandfather passed away and the emotional effect it had. We took the day off, put on our p-day clothes and took the day off, went to the Mall, were just guys ...so that he could make it through this "dry valley" but not alone. We became friends, deep friends, and still are.
....... But I just am not interested in the theological side, at all and feel solid on it.
Cool people, acid beliefs.
Don, in Vegas.....
Wow, Don. That's up there with Ginsberg. Way, way cool.
I laughed out loud reading this, Don. You wrote so well that I could relate to it on every level. Thanks for posting in this thread.