Posted by:
smirkorama
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Date: December 06, 2015 06:47AM
I came home 6 weeks early, after a severe extended illness that finally caused me to be hospitalized, thankfully, before I died.
I was hospitalized due to the care and insistence of a dear member lady who probably saved my life. Its an absolute certainty that the ultra arrogant fucking assholes who were running the mission did not care about my well being at all, because it was under their self infatuated watch that I so precipitously declined before being hospitalized. *THANKS* ! you fucking pricks!!!
I was resistant to going home at first. I had been totally brain screwed that it was better to die trying than to give up "my" sacred responsibility to preach THE gospel. My own MORmON parents were stiff enough about that. I think they were actually disappointed that I did not die on my mission because it precluded them from getting the epic attendant attention and sympathy from other MORmON members that would have come their way. Yes, my MORmON parents really are that cold. The notion of die trying before giving up was then specifically reinforced by Ricks (NOT much of a) College Missionary Approach Professor Melvin Hammond, who used his own such experience to preach to young prospective missionaries the concept of die trying before giving up. So, I was all set up to do exactly that. The attending physician told me to quit, to eliminate any further concern over missionary efforts. He was surprised when I showed some resistance to that.
I had been in the hospital for a week. That totally freaked out the mission president, NOT because he had any concern about my welfare but because THE ( FUCKING MORmON) Church was obligated to pay for my medical care. Arrangements were made to transfer me to the (Lavish) residence of an older member doctor in the area, so I could remain under a physician's care and most importantly (to THE church) so THE Church could save on medical expenses until they could be rid of me as a missionary.
I had a lot of time to think. It was becoming more clear to me that I should quit, that it was time to give up being a missionary in spite of my indoctrination. That was a huge turn around for me because of earlier indoctrination, but just as much I was still holding onto the idea that Jesus existed as a compassionate God. Would not 22 months be an acceptable offering to a compassionate god who would have to know that I poured my heart and soul into the endeavor, including leaving behind a (really manipulative) girl friend that I (so foolishly) had been stupid crazy in love with, pounding through a brutal pre mission manual labor work routine to earn the money to pay for the (FUCKING) ordeal, and managing to baptize almost a dozen people along the way. I knew that I had made huge personal sacrifices to be there, even IF other fucking asshole MORmONS did not care and or were oblivious to that fact ( like my MP who was so obsessed with becoming GA that he could not think about anything else including actually running his fucking mission), it should matter to a Jesus who was supposed to be concerned.
I could tell what was coming for me next from the MORmON pipeline of dirty abusive manipulative tactics, which I had learned about very well from being on a mission, which then allowed me to make a break from my (absurd) sense of commitment to being a missionary. I knew that it would be suggested by mission administration that my health had failed because I was not faithful ( faithFOOL) enough to the MORmON cause to merit being sustained by (the MORmON version of) Jesus (who is a total fucking asshole just like so many his MORmON leaders), which was so far from reality because I had been a total idiot in being emotionally vested in THE work. I had not expected a thing in return (especially not a phony mission leadership calling which was really just an excuse for getting OUT of doing missionary work by lording over (crapping on) others) except for being able to keep doing THE work that was supposed to be so critical, but apparently OBVIOUSLY that had not worked regardless of what I really wanted to do however foolishly. For whatever reason Jesus did not see fit to keep me up and running as a missionary, that was his deal, NOT mine, because I knew that I had been totally committed to THE work. IF I could not keep my legs under me to do THE work then that was Jesus' doing, NOT mine. I was not going to hang around to hear about BS concocted MORmON fables that were quite disconnected from reality and intended to manipulate and motivate other missionaries at my expense. It is too bad that mission leaders did not have the audacity to suggest that I was faking it or overplaying the deal because even though that would have really ticked me off, it also would have severed my already strained relationship and emotional ties with the pricks of mission administration even more rapidly and in turn damaged my already strained relationship with THE (MORmON) church even more. I already understood that I was grossly inferior in their eyes. Even so, It would be intolerable for me to be called a phony by a group of people who were consummate phonies. As things were, I ended up convalescing at the doctor's home for several weeks before I made the decision to go home. I was there for several more weeks before returning home.
Getting home should have been a relief. It was a relief to not be obligated to go out and harass the public in the interest of selling LD$ inc's Book of MORmON scam, but completing a mission does not mean that other MORmON'S MORmON expectations and demands on a young member have ended. In fact, a lot of MORmON members simply view a full time mission as MORmON boot camp, as preparatory training and conditioning for beginning a life time of grinding a life away in earnest on the MORmON tread mill to keep THE (MORmON) church fat and happy. Those people can have exasperating levels of demand and expectations for a return missionary. I had already had a gut full of abject concentrated consummate full time commitment to THE cause of MORmONISM. As a "reward" for my efforts on behalf of THE MORmON cause I was so sick that I felt a lot more like dying or an old man than a vibrant enthusiastic 21 year old. And I will never be able to forgive the selfish thieving vipers at LD$ Inc that succeeded in robbing me of that precious aspect of my life that should have been there at that time and that ended up being taken away from me because they just had to further the interests of their grand MORmON criminal empire/ kingDUMB at any expense including my health, so they could do stupid crap like knocking down a perfectly good very elegant mall to build an obscenely extravagant mall with a convertible roof in its place while I was scraping along and largely doing with out.
My parents allowed for a couple of weeks of me being down due to my illness, but after that they expected me to explode into the giant ball of sunshine and exuberance that is supposed to exemplify a brand new RM. When that did not happen, for them, they were more than a little perturbed. They are so selfish and self consumed that they could ONLY think of themselves and how they had been slighted and they could not spare one second thinking about how I might be a little disappointed in how things had turned out so badly.
There were several middle aged busy body women in the ward who felt it was their special duty to pile a lot of churchin' demands on me including seeing that several callings were extended to me that I just simply ignored. My solution to dealing with them was to NOT attend church rather than tell them to ESAD which is what I was on the verge of doing myself, a course of action that seemed so fitting to recommend to them since how it was essentially what had just happened to me as I was conned into going on a full time mission. My not attending church set my parents on edge, so one sunday I attended, it was a big reminder of why I had not been going. One thing happened that I do regret. when I attended that sunday, one of my classmates from high school, actually since day one in elementary school, asked me to bless her baby the next weekend on fast sunday since her husband was away on military assignment. I was happy to do it for her and agreed to do it. However, I was so damn sick that as soon as I left the church that day, I completely forgot about it and I did not feel up to attending the next Sunday, so she was stood up on that deal by me, which I felt bad about, but don't worry because there were plenty of priestDUD holders who did make it to church to see that the baby was "blessed" into MORmONISM. This incident was also a huge (HUGE) reminder that I really was NOT up to par mentally or physically.
After several months my good friend and convert came to visit me. For reasons that I still have not figured out, besides the fact that my MORmON male parent is a total asshole, my MORmON male parent decided to be rude to my convert. That weekend turned out to be one of the Worst in my life. We went to Ricks college to visit. My convert wanted to attend the temple in IF because as a good MORmON he wanted to score as many various temples as possible. I had purposely left my temple recommend at home, because I NEVER wanted to go in the Hell house MORmON temple again, Yah, one dose of threat to have my throat cut was More than I wanted, and IF is where I had been endowed, much to my horror, just a few years earlier. Against my better judgement, I found myself turning the car around after we had passed the temple, because my convert had begged me to be able to go to the temple due to my convert's desperate pleas.
we had to call my stake pres to verify that I was a valid recommend holder. after the session, I was called into the temple president's (Devere Harris, I hope you are burning in Hell of some sort) office, NOT to be congratulated for being able to attend the temple with my convert but to be reamed out for wearing a very nice brand new pair of jeans and a polo shirt ( it wasn't a suit and tie as per MORmON standards) into his ass holy fucking MORmON Temple. It was one of the most disparaging and abusive things that I have ever been through, much like going through a Mock throat slashing temple ceremony.
Keep in mind that I was the kind of straight arrow super obedient MORmON youth that did not even have to change my hair cut when I went on a mission, and now I was being subjected to this kind of abuse simply to gratify some cankered old MORmON POS who felt the need to throw his over the hill weight around.
I tried to tell him that I really had not planned on attending THE temple that day, but he could not have cared any less (recognize that MORmON pattern????) and this was THE *reward* that I was getting for STUPIDLY putting THE (FUCKING) church first again. I hope that fucking ass hole Devere Harris and the other MORmON leaders are happy now because neither I or my convert will be defiling any MORmON temples by wearing Jeans into them because neither of us still attend the Hell House MORmON temple because both of us have quit the foul offensive MORmON religion.
When I got home, my brother had blown the engine in my car. It was not the first time that it had happened either. When I had the nerve to complain about it to my MORmON male parent, he went ape shit ballistic( as real nice follow up to being rude to my convert a few days earlier and the ream session that I had just experienced at the IF HELL HOUSE temple) and told me that he wished that he had drowned me in a ditch (killed me), a retro active abortion, when I was a baby. There is a sweet thought for you. With family like MORmON family and a church like the MORmON church who needs enemies or a Satan.
I can't speak to feeling humiliated or embarrassed about coming home early, other than to say I think I can see how incredibly HORRIBLE that would be. I never felt embarrassed or humiliated over the 6 weeks of a mission that I failed to complete because I knew that I had made a veritable personal sacrifice to help out THE Church by going on a mission, and I knew that I had made a veritable contribution (FAR FAR MORE than they deserved) to THE MORmON cause. (After all, just a few months later my younger brother would be officially let off the hook with only serving an 18 month mission), so I never felt embarrassed or really humiliated, even when the temple president chewed me out it only pissed me off, but not enough, because I should have quit the damn MORmON church right then, just like I should have right after being endowed a few years earlier.
Did that (my) post mission deal suck enough to merit your consideration??????? There really were not many bright spots in those very dark days. I can not think of a single one of those days that I would want to live again, In fact, I would rather die than go through some/many of them again, unless I could do some things differently like dumping that foul asshole TP's desk over into his lap.