I guess I escaped at the best time
Thanks. I look forward to getting to know you. BTW, did you ever recount your story? If so, can you provide a link? If you want to of course.
It's scattered around the board.
I'll lay the basics down quick-like.
I was on staff in Boston Day org 1989-1990. My new wife got pregnant, and I freaked because of staff pay. I left to go make an income, and gave her an ultimatum to come with me or lose me. She came. I was declared SP.
I joined the Army. I was deployed. While I was away, things changed at home, and when I came back, she was no longer my partner. She informed me she was going back to the Church to complete her contract and would talk to me again when I finished my A-E steps.
I worked on the A-E steps. I completed them three different times, and sent the paperwork uplines. Each time, they had a reason I had to do it again. Over a year passed. Finally, it seemed like everything was go. I was living with her in Boston, with the HCO Area Secretary. I was called in to ethics, and they said my appeal was denied because I was in contact with Scientologists while I did those steps. The Scientologists were my wife and children. I broke down. I left, again, and gave the ultimatum, again. This time she said no.
That was October, 1995.
I was an Independent/FreeZoner for several years, until 2000, and Caroline Letkeman's essay "The Soul Hackers". At that point, I ceased identifying as a Scientologist. I was declared. I hadn't seen my kids in years. I dilly-dallied around as a cab driver, trying to get it together.
In 2005, I finished my college degree. Changed my life. Recently, I've been reunited with my son, and it's the best thing that has happened in my life since the ex left with him and his sister. She still won't talk to me, because she feels allegiance to her mother, and considers me a deadbeat.
It's hard to take that. There's a degree of truth to it. I left them with their mother because I was Declared, and I believed for a long time that the Church was right about me. I thought I was suppressive. I thought my children were better off without me. As I got over that, I still ceased to want to interfere in their lives, because the kids were doing so well. Then, in 2008, I was critically ill. A lot of extreme measures were taken, and I survived, and against the odds, retained my consciousness and eventually regained my memory. I had horrible dreams that I was going to die without making contact with my children.
Now, I'm doing my best to be near to them and available to them. The time can never be made up. Irreparable damage may have been done.
That is my story.