Sisters crying in the kitchen/lobby

years ago i was at the revamp of a kingdom hall. One of the sisters told me that since they got rid of the kitchen it was so much better, becuase there were always sisters out there crying! and now they have no place to go, so they just have to stay in the hall and listen to the meeting!

it rang alarum bells for me at the time, also because i realised this was a regular thing at my hall too! Does anyone else remember this happening at theirs?

what were they crying about? in such a public place? had to be something pretty major, no?

Yes we had that problem too. Some had genuine reasons to be out there crying, but there was the odd attention seeker that used to go marching out in full view of everyone sobbing.

Every K.H had its Sister Blubalot, if not two.

At ours,they used the toilet  (washroom in euphemistic American)

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Wobble

I used to see it all the time. I was in a twin hall complex with 4 congos sharing.  if it wasn’t the kitchen it was in the mothers & babies room.  A lot of it was ongoing personality/family disputes.

I saw it happen once. A young sister and schoolmate of mine had just finished making a comment at the meeting then she broke out crying. Her father escorted her out of the Kingdom Hall.

villabolo

Since I stopped going to meetings, I have heard that my mother has taken up going into the break room to cry.

and i thought people only cried in church at funerals????  arnt they suppost to be a happy place of worship?????  I suppose, I'd cry too If I ever had sit through another meeting..... some of the studys are so depressing.... and the stares you get from some......

I do remember seeing some really 'upset' faces in the KH the night they studied the bit in the appendix of the 'Remain in Joho's love' book about "how to treat a disfellowshipped person"-  way to dredge up hurtfull memories and guilt people into treating others like crap!  at the WTB!!!!! just

 that place is soooo messed up!

Yep.

There was always a group of sisters who seemed to cry whenever "keep your eye on the prize was being sung" .......... I must admit that awful tune and appalling lyrics could drive anyone to tears .

Interesting observation,Cantleave, that happened in our Hall too, with that song.

I think for some it brought to mind the loved ones they had lost in death, and as they had not grieved properly (JW's are looked down on for grieving normally) the pain was still acute.

For some sisters it was the thought that they were going to have to spend eternity with their husbands !

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Wobble

it used to annoy the hell out of me when the sister in front would run out crying at almost every meeting...........all because I whispered....

"I killed your kitten and dumped it in the river"........and the old classic......"I killed your granny and buried her under the patio"

........honestly.......she had no sense of humour......neither did the elders......or the police....or the judge.....or the guys who dug up the patio.....or the

coroners......

                        ninja.....death row

Boy can I relate to this one!  We had a bench in the coat room to take off boots etc.  Well, it became nicknamed the "crying bench".  Also the rocking chair in the mothers room was usually occupied by the unstable flavor of the week, crying hysterically.  One sister notorious for crying on the bench moved, my husband and I often joked should it go with her or perhaps have a plaque made for it in her honor.  I have never seen a more condensed group of public criers in my life and my career involves working with mentally unstable patients.  I used to fantasize about medication combinations that I could pump through the water fountain.  If you are feeling that messed up, stay home that day and take care of yourself, geez.  NMKA 

Guilty, I used to be one of the criers.  I promise I didn't do it on purpose.  And sometimes, I didn't know what I was crying about.  But, I wasn't the only one.   We have a lot at our hall that cry during their comments, because they get so emotional.

What the hell you guys??!! good grief! First tell me does all this crying go on at the public meetings or the weeknight meetings? I had heard about crying sisters before but figured it was not the norm, maybe the occasional household getting ready disppute or something minor. I mean no offense, if I had to go to a kh on a regular basis I would feel like crying too. Didn't these women get hauled in the back room about making a bad name for jah or something? What happened to jw's being the happiest people getting even more happified at the spiritual banquets? Dont' these women know how to schedule their own breakdowns by now?

Let's run down how these meeting go for me the non jw never been to a kh-

First we have the criers sections of the kh which apparently most ignore

The bathrooms- aah the only escape one has to get away from the constant dribble of mind numbing talks (unless sound is piped in which is just creepy if you ask me)

then we have brother pervert who is being stumbled because he thinks sister hotty may be wearing a thong so she needs to have a little word with an elder (why he is looking at her ass instead of paying attention or gasp! actually reading a bible is not relevant)

then we have brother perverts best friend who thinks he can see nipples through sister well-endowed wearing a bra, 3 t-shirts and a sweater (in 90 degree heat no less)  to hide her nipples but still brother pervert bf imagines he can see them and poor sister well endowed needs a word with the elders. (why he is checking out women's breast does not compute with elders, surely it is the womans fault)

then poor old brother never had a wife seems to be getting excited by sister 'Imelda I love shoes' toe cleavage and she needs a good talking to about turning on the brothers with her very sexy toe cleavage. (why he is not concentrating on God but rather his own 'manly desires' is not relevant to elders)

Sister tight ass thinks sister gorgeous' skirt is too short because she caught her husband checking out sister gorgeous' legs and poor sister gorgeous is asked to do the knee test thingy  to make sure her skirt is not too short

Lastly, all these people are gathered together to supposedly learn the word of God in which they do not actually use the word of God (meaning Bible) but instead use literature about the bible written by men who have no clue about the bible. After the meeting which has actually has nothing whatsoever to do with the bible is done and children have avoided a spanking or slap up side the head for fidgeting because they are required to act as adults for about 4 hours or so, the meeting is done and all are happified that they have put in yet another day of brownie points so they too can possibly, just maybe, make it through the big A and get to do this same thing over and over for all eternity. where do I sign up?

did i mention that the sister who told me about not allowing the sisters to cry, ... later that same sister found out that her elder ( pillar of the congo) husband had been haivng an affair with a young sister and had got her pregnant!

The young sister for her part when she realised that her family were about to shun her, tried to claim that he had raped her, she ended up being forced by her family to go to court to sue him for rape, but eventualyy she had to concede that it wasn't rape....

what a fine example(!)

No blubalots in the congregations I was in.  Could the Germanic and midwestern locations have been a factor?  I spent time back in the sister's room too and no crying sisters.  Only candidate was the one sister with severe clinical depression.  Her doctors couldn't find the medication mix that worked for her.  She eventually killed herself which was a very sad year.  Too many treated her like her depression was catching.  One brave elder tried to be a hearing ear.  Too many thought she was just an attention getter.  Guess she fooled them.

Blondie (no tears, I find that people who are cruel at the KH eventually reap what they sow, may take 20 years though) 

I remember when I got baptized and another girl that was near my changing room couldn't stop bawling about it. I didn't shed a tear. Strange.

There was a Mcds across the road from our hall after the public talk on a Sunday and very often during there would be an exodus from the hall sis's crying being accompanied by husbands etc and others who took panic attacks.  I often wonder what the general public and others thought went on at that hall across the road.

I only remember one sister in our hall who every time the subject of disfellowshipping was mentioned would be found out in the back lobby/restroom sobbing.  She had two daughters that were df'd and that had no intention of ever coming back. I used to go out and give her a hug but never knew what to say (especially as I never agreed withDF'ing/shunning and never believed someone was without hope, but she completely believed in it all) - she was one of the nicest sisters in the cong, it was horrible to see her so upset.