Since it has become general knowledge that I am disaffected, to say the least, I have had several friends, family, and neighbors take on the role of my personal savior. I am sure many of you have experienced the same thing. Gratefully, my family has sort of backed off, now, which I appreciate as they respect my choice and are not willing to let it become a wedge overall. My good TBM friends are also surprisingly accommodating and most are even having fun with it over all, asking questions and trying to understand. I secretly think that a few of them are wrestling with their own questions and that our frequent conversations are serving to opening their eyes. I can only hope. Even the bishops/SP's/ward leaders have been gracious enough to let me take my path. Having heard horror stories from others, I consider myself lucky.
All that said, a very good friend who is also neighbor and a good person overall has really taken on the role of rescuing me. She is not even subtle about it - let me paste in a portion of a recent email she sent me:
I just went on a long walk and I was thinking about you. I find it a bit amusing that you of all people need rescuing. Now, even if I am weak myself, I'm not letting go until you are safe again. You are in the fight for your life and I'm determined to convince you that, flaws in-all, the Gospel is His and this is the best place for you. I didn't count on you helping me examine more fully that which I claim to know, but I guess that is your gift to me.
I sorta feel bad, exposing her like this. She is a good person with a good heart, but my attempt at boundaries with her is not working.
I would like to hear from others how you have dealt with similar situations as you departed from the church.