Posted by:
exminion
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Date: August 11, 2018 05:56AM
I got doctors' notes. One explained that my immune system was compromised, and that I had to stay away from crowds--especially children--and germs, until my problem was corrected. This happened to be true, but the Mormons had no empathy or understanding.
Tell them that you would be infecting THEM with germs, with a nasty flu that you can't get rid of. This works short-term, unless you come up with other diseases to get. Of course, if you are like me, I was never too sick to go to work and make a living. If the Mormons see you out and about, and are rude enough to confront you, tell them, "I have to go about my life, and make a living--there's no other option. Church work is VOLUNTEER work, and not life-or-death.
If the callings involve teaching, be creative, and tell the bishopric, or whoever is calling you, about your great ideas! Tell them you want to encourage debates on specific topics, discussion groups, outside research, outside resources for your lessons, guest speakers outside the church. Tell them you plan to hold lessons at your house, or outdoors on the church lawn. Let's see, what else did I do? Oh yes, tell them you want to do exchanges with other churches. Tell them you want to issue a class newsletter, and let the kids express themselves, and post interesting things on the ward bulletin board. Open the classroom window, no matter what the weather, to let the fresh air in there! Bring treats on fast Sundays. Put the chairs in a circle to facilitate class participation. Play lots of games, like hang-man, pictionary, and charades. In the primary class, I would illustrate the stories on the blackboard, and let the kids help me draw--and we would never erase it. Sometimes we would throw a monster into the story. I enjoyed being horrible, and so did the kids, but eventually they allowed me to resign teaching.
Teachers would often just not show up. About half the time I would end up teaching two classes combined. After a few Sundays of someone not showing up, the leaders would get the idea, and bully--I mean, "call"--someone else to teach that class.
Be late, always. Laugh and joke often. Wear the wrong thing.
Even after quitting teaching, they would call me to substitute teach, and I said no every time. I told the ward people that my schedule was unpredictable, and that I was on call on weekends, and I never knew in advance if someone would suddenly need me, and I would have to leave in the middle of my VOLUNTEER work to take care of my real business. This was true.
My children had after-school student jobs, and they would deliberately volunteer for the Sunday shifts. We all would rather work than go to the Mormon church.
After I quit teaching, I still had the callings of ward and stake organist. I became seriously ill, and had to endure several months of painful hospital procedures. I had to take a leave of absence from work, and everybody was very kind and understanding, at work. The ward members were nasty, and said that if I could drive myself to the hospital, I could play the organ. The leaders even threatened me, that I would get sicker, and God would withdraw His blessings from me, and my children would fail, also, if I quit playing the organ. Even if you have the best reason in the world, the Mormons won't accept it!
Why are we afraid to lie to a bunch of liars? I didn't want to lie, because I value my integrity, so I learned to just say, "NO." Do not explain. Talking just opens the door to the Mormons' well-practiced manipulative techniques.
"No, I won't be there. No, I'm not going to do that. No. Don't count on me. No." You will have to repeat this many times, before the Mormon finally sends someone else to pester you all over again, and you repeat your same assertive "NO" behavior, until it becomes automatic. Say no, no, no, like a broken record.
After a couple of years of constantly trying to keep Mormons from invading our lives, we resigned. It was too late, because my children had already been abused by the Mormon leaders. I was so burnt out that I never played the organ or piano again, after we resigned. I still can't go into a church building, without feeling sick. I still cringe when the land-line phone rings, or when the doorbell rings after 9:00 at night. My children and I don't trust Mormons, and I'm afraid we don't like them, either. The neighborhood ward members are shunning us, but we're fine with that. There are a lot of not-Mormons to befriend. We are much happier without Mormons or their cult directing our lives.