Posted by:
Greg
(
)
Date: May 30, 2011 03:41AM
My mission was in France back in 79 to 81. I'm still embarrassed when I think about what an ass I was. I had a bit of an inferiority complex I guess you could call it, and needing to feel good about myself, I tried super hard to keep the rules, be an obedient little missionary, and kiss ass. Apparently I did a pretty good job of it, winding up as an assistant to the pres. Ha, now I feel like the joke was on me!
On the other hand, we all do the best we can with what we know and believe according the our world-view at any given time. I suppose we shouldn't be too hard on ourselves for trying to play the game the best we could. It was pure survival mode for many missionaries, myself included at times. I watched as many elders that I had started the mission with went home early for various reasons. Of 15 who left the MTC at about the same time, 8 never finished their missions. One was a friend of mine from my hometown. We went in to the MTC at the same time, and he only lasted 2 months in the field before he went home because he didn't have a "testimony". I felt so bad for him! Now I see that in some ways, he was way ahead of the curve, and one of the lucky ones who got out young.
I knew another missionary who locked himself in one of the rooms in the mission office and wouldn't come out. He got a medical discharge due to a psychotic break. Others were sent home early for un-confessed sins, or physical maladies. I knew of two, who were serving in a small out-of-the-way town, who just disappeared one day. They had taken a train to the nearest large town with an airport and flown home! How awesome is that!? All in all, as best I can recall, in my two years there we lost approximately 20 missionaries that went home early. There were many more who would've loved to go home, I know because as a leader I worked with many of them, and some were so depressed and down-hearted they could barely make themselves go out and work at all. And it's no wonder- it was a very difficult place to be a missionary. About the only people who would give us the time of day were poor immigrants, who probably were just looking for some validation and/or some financial help.
I'm sure these few examples of emotional, spiritual and physical suffering by Mormon missionaries is a tiny drop in the bucket of what happens all over the world every day and has been for many many years, and will continue into the future. The ripple effect of the scars of such abuse must be vast and unfathomable.
Missions are by and large a crazy-making venture, from the myriad rules, to being thrown together with a companion you don't know and often can't stand and who likewise can't stand you, to the door slamming rejection all day long, and the crappy food and living conditions, and the fighting for survival and to be picked for leadership positions, the culture shock, the mind-control, the lack of personal space or time, and I could go on and on. It's bat-shit crazy I say. I have two brothers with boys out on missions right now and I get the forwarded emails and I am appalled to think I used to talk like that. It's plain weird.
As far as I can tell, the purpose of missions is not only to bring more unsuspecting people into the Morg, but to solidify and strengthen the conditioning that the poor missionaries have already been subjected to all their lives.
I would love to see someone with some clout commission a study of the psychological damage the mission does to so many young men and women, and publish it in a major magazine, then get picked up by the mainstream news. No one knows the untold heartache and misery that flows from thousands of young people being culturally coerced into going on a full-time mission for the Mormon church. Of course, it's not all bad. But alot of it is. Alot.