ANZO CHILD NEGLECT FLAP

dchoiceisalwaysrs

Gold Meritorious Patron
Hey, I never thought about this before, but in general for people sending stuff to family in the S.O maybe they could number their messages in such a way that the family member would be able to tell that this was the 5th or 6th message sent etc. That way if any messages were never relayed due to 'entheta', the next entheta-free message the family member received would alert the family member to the fact their mail has been being withheld from them.

I think that is a super way to do it Minnie. Tampering with the mail is a Federal crime in many places. (except witthin scientology organizations which are considered above the law):no:
 

A-non-non-anon

Patron with Honors
I've seen that approach work. When the cost of the flap being created as a result of the person being held, is bigger than the value of that person's production, then that person will be offloaded.

Contact media. Contact the members of the Aussie Parliament that are anti-Scientology. Make an appearance in front of the orgs. Be as annoying as possible.

Discussing the liberation of those still 'in', John Duignan recommended the Flap Method. Tony & Sue from Manchester (Tony posts on WWP as getbeckyout) have had some success with this technique, too.
 

Human Again

Silver Meritorious Patron
Disconnection does have its benefits.

When it is finally overcome and everyone is re-united it results in a level of joy that cannot be duplicated.

You say this from direct personal experience? It seems rather trite the way you say it.

My own experience held no joy. Disconnection for a decade breaks essential bonds.

On the outside I looked normal, laughed, joked around, joined in. But there wasn't anything deeper. I hadn't socialised for so long that all I knew how to do was work, talk about work or think about work. And I was completely unaware that I was deficient.

I never ever connected with my Dad again, even though I came home, he could never forgive me emotionally for what he saw as the ultimate betrayal, had a home with him, always but there was no love anymore. He just never felt it. Even told me once that he regretted starting a family ( I was the firstborn)

My relationship with my mother is empty and pale in comparison to what it was. She was so traumatised by losing me for my teenagehood and early adulthood that she was truly a broken woman by the time I returned and I guess deep down she was scared I'd leave, or something... I was so unreachable those early years back, which I guess didn't help. I really don't know because entering a conversation with her about such things is not acceptable to her. She smiles crisply and says "now now, let's not talk about it."

The couple of years I had with my brother before he died... I look back and I realise we never had a single conversation that meant anything. And we had been very close before I left. Not his fault, he probably even tried, but I was unaware of anything other than the surface relationships that we had in the Sea Org.

What a clinical word to distance people from the truth of rippinig apart the bonds of family, the innate loyalties to those who love us the most. To any who had great joy on reconnection. Good for you. I can't see how it could make up for what was lost. I turned 18 without my mother seeing me. I turned 21 with no celebration at all. I got engaged twice with my parents not ever meeting my "special guy". It's not worth listing the costs.

No, there is no hidden prize inside the despicable policy and actuality of disconnection.
 

AnonyMary

Formerly Fooled - Finally Free
You say this from direct personal experience? It seems rather trite the way you say it.

My own experience held no joy. Disconnection for a decade breaks essential bonds.

On the outside I looked normal, laughed, joked around, joined in. But there wasn't anything deeper. I hadn't socialised for so long that all I knew how to do was work, talk about work or think about work. And I was completely unaware that I was deficient.

I never ever connected with my Dad again, even though I came home, he could never forgive me emotionally for what he saw as the ultimate betrayal, had a home with him, always but there was no love anymore. He just never felt it. Even told me once that he regretted starting a family ( I was the firstborn)

My relationship with my mother is empty and pale in comparison to what it was. She was so traumatised by losing me for my teenagehood and early adulthood that she was truly a broken woman by the time I returned and I guess deep down she was scared I'd leave, or something... I was so unreachable those early years back, which I guess didn't help. I really don't know because entering a conversation with her about such things is not acceptable to her. She smiles crisply and says "now now, let's not talk about it."

The couple of years I had with my brother before he died... I look back and I realise we never had a single conversation that meant anything. And we had been very close before I left. Not his fault, he probably even tried, but I was unaware of anything other than the surface relationships that we had in the Sea Org.

What a clinical word to distance people from the truth of rippinig apart the bonds of family, the innate loyalties to those who love us the most. To any who had great joy on reconnection. Good for you. I can't see how it could make up for what was lost. I turned 18 without my mother seeing me. I turned 21 with no celebration at all. I got engaged twice with my parents not ever meeting my "special guy". It's not worth listing the costs.

No, there is no hidden prize inside the despicable policy and actuality of disconnection.

I'm with you on this. So sorry things remain so disjointed in your family. My familial situation similarily complicated. It's a broken family because of disconnection. Relationships are held by a thread. No one wants to talk about the past or recover what was had. There is apathy instead of joy the poster wrote of. There's much heartache, trauma too painful for everyone to deal with, so they moved on in life acting as if nothing ever happened. I don't bring it up as often as I want to but I never give up because it is the root of the disconnect within the family. What I notice when I do raise the past and how separate and distant everyone is because of it, is that there is a sense of resignation, of guilt or confusion, like a protective mechanism that comes up. It doesn't help that there are some extended family members still connected with the church, but that's not a sound reason for them to not face the past. I'm reminded of Sharone and her situation with her father and how she aches to have openness and answers from her father, yet gets none.

I have learned to accept things as they are and to be grateful things were not worse but I, like you, hope for a breakthrough someday.
 

Free to shine

Shiny & Free
You say this from direct personal experience? It seems rather trite the way you say it.

My own experience held no joy. Disconnection for a decade breaks essential bonds.

On the outside I looked normal, laughed, joked around, joined in. But there wasn't anything deeper. I hadn't socialised for so long that all I knew how to do was work, talk about work or think about work. And I was completely unaware that I was deficient.

I never ever connected with my Dad again, even though I came home, he could never forgive me emotionally for what he saw as the ultimate betrayal, had a home with him, always but there was no love anymore. He just never felt it. Even told me once that he regretted starting a family ( I was the firstborn)

My relationship with my mother is empty and pale in comparison to what it was. She was so traumatised by losing me for my teenagehood and early adulthood that she was truly a broken woman by the time I returned and I guess deep down she was scared I'd leave, or something... I was so unreachable those early years back, which I guess didn't help. I really don't know because entering a conversation with her about such things is not acceptable to her. She smiles crisply and says "now now, let's not talk about it."

The couple of years I had with my brother before he died... I look back and I realise we never had a single conversation that meant anything. And we had been very close before I left. Not his fault, he probably even tried, but I was unaware of anything other than the surface relationships that we had in the Sea Org.

What a clinical word to distance people from the truth of rippinig apart the bonds of family, the innate loyalties to those who love us the most. To any who had great joy on reconnection. Good for you. I can't see how it could make up for what was lost. I turned 18 without my mother seeing me. I turned 21 with no celebration at all. I got engaged twice with my parents not ever meeting my "special guy". It's not worth listing the costs.

No, there is no hidden prize inside the despicable policy and actuality of disconnection.

This post really got to me. I know what you mean. :bigcry:
 

Happy Days

Silver Meritorious Patron
You say this from direct personal experience? It seems rather trite the way you say it.

My own experience held no joy. Disconnection for a decade breaks essential bonds.

On the outside I looked normal, laughed, joked around, joined in. But there wasn't anything deeper. I hadn't socialised for so long that all I knew how to do was work, talk about work or think about work. And I was completely unaware that I was deficient.

I never ever connected with my Dad again, even though I came home, he could never forgive me emotionally for what he saw as the ultimate betrayal, had a home with him, always but there was no love anymore. He just never felt it. Even told me once that he regretted starting a family ( I was the firstborn)

My relationship with my mother is empty and pale in comparison to what it was. She was so traumatised by losing me for my teenagehood and early adulthood that she was truly a broken woman by the time I returned and I guess deep down she was scared I'd leave, or something... I was so unreachable those early years back, which I guess didn't help. I really don't know because entering a conversation with her about such things is not acceptable to her. She smiles crisply and says "now now, let's not talk about it."

The couple of years I had with my brother before he died... I look back and I realise we never had a single conversation that meant anything. And we had been very close before I left. Not his fault, he probably even tried, but I was unaware of anything other than the surface relationships that we had in the Sea Org.

What a clinical word to distance people from the truth of rippinig apart the bonds of family, the innate loyalties to those who love us the most. To any who had great joy on reconnection. Good for you. I can't see how it could make up for what was lost. I turned 18 without my mother seeing me. I turned 21 with no celebration at all. I got engaged twice with my parents not ever meeting my "special guy". It's not worth listing the costs.

No, there is no hidden prize inside the despicable policy and actuality of disconnection.

So so sad and I'm so lost for words... :bigcry:

There is definitely irreparable damage done by the Church and its enforcement of disconnection.

Distance does not make the heart grow fonder and time does not heal the deep wounds.... and these wounds run deep.

My love and thoughts are with you.
 

Royal Prince Xenu

Trust the Psi Corps.
You say this from direct personal experience? It seems rather trite the way you say it.

My own experience held no joy. Disconnection for a decade breaks essential bonds.

On the outside I looked normal, laughed, joked around, joined in. But there wasn't anything deeper. I hadn't socialised for so long that all I knew how to do was work, talk about work or think about work. And I was completely unaware that I was deficient.

I never ever connected with my Dad again, even though I came home, he could never forgive me emotionally for what he saw as the ultimate betrayal, had a home with him, always but there was no love anymore. He just never felt it. Even told me once that he regretted starting a family ( I was the firstborn)

My relationship with my mother is empty and pale in comparison to what it was. She was so traumatised by losing me for my teenagehood and early adulthood that she was truly a broken woman by the time I returned and I guess deep down she was scared I'd leave, or something... I was so unreachable those early years back, which I guess didn't help. I really don't know because entering a conversation with her about such things is not acceptable to her. She smiles crisply and says "now now, let's not talk about it."

The couple of years I had with my brother before he died... I look back and I realise we never had a single conversation that meant anything. And we had been very close before I left. Not his fault, he probably even tried, but I was unaware of anything other than the surface relationships that we had in the Sea Org.

What a clinical word to distance people from the truth of rippinig apart the bonds of family, the innate loyalties to those who love us the most. To any who had great joy on reconnection. Good for you. I can't see how it could make up for what was lost. I turned 18 without my mother seeing me. I turned 21 with no celebration at all. I got engaged twice with my parents not ever meeting my "special guy". It's not worth listing the costs.

No, there is no hidden prize inside the despicable policy and actuality of disconnection.

Oddly enough, there was more damage done in my family after I left $cn than while I was "in".

Yeah, my communication skills at work, behind a microphone, to a camera, are all great. BUT, you put me in a situation with another individual where "interpersonal" communications could arise, and I have no ability to deal with the situation.
 

Mockingbird6

Patron with Honors
You say this from direct personal experience? It seems rather trite the way you say it.

My own experience held no joy. Disconnection for a decade breaks essential bonds.

On the outside I looked normal, laughed, joked around, joined in. But there wasn't anything deeper. I hadn't socialised for so long that all I knew how to do was work, talk about work or think about work. And I was completely unaware that I was deficient.

I never ever connected with my Dad again, even though I came home, he could never forgive me emotionally for what he saw as the ultimate betrayal, had a home with him, always but there was no love anymore. He just never felt it. Even told me once that he regretted starting a family ( I was the firstborn)

My relationship with my mother is empty and pale in comparison to what it was. She was so traumatised by losing me for my teenagehood and early adulthood that she was truly a broken woman by the time I returned and I guess deep down she was scared I'd leave, or something... I was so unreachable those early years back, which I guess didn't help. I really don't know because entering a conversation with her about such things is not acceptable to her. She smiles crisply and says "now now, let's not talk about it."

The couple of years I had with my brother before he died... I look back and I realise we never had a single conversation that meant anything. And we had been very close before I left. Not his fault, he probably even tried, but I was unaware of anything other than the surface relationships that we had in the Sea Org.

What a clinical word to distance people from the truth of rippinig apart the bonds of family, the innate loyalties to those who love us the most. To any who had great joy on reconnection. Good for you. I can't see how it could make up for what was lost. I turned 18 without my mother seeing me. I turned 21 with no celebration at all. I got engaged twice with my parents not ever meeting my "special guy". It's not worth listing the costs.

No, there is no hidden prize inside the despicable policy and actuality of disconnection.

Hi, I agree with you on this. My child did not emote bad feelings when I reconnected, but the bonds did suffer. The only thing to do is start a relationship with the person all over again the way you would with anyone else. Yes, that's not easy and I haven't exactly succeeded either. But thank you for your words because it helps others see they're not the only ones experiencing these things.
 

Sharone Stainforth

Silver Meritorious Patron
I'm not sure if this is the right place to post.

I'm not sure of very much these days.

We did not ask to be born, but we were anyway.

We did not ask to grow up, but we did any way.

Life throws some god damned awful things our way, but we survive somehow.

You just do the best you can somehow, it may not be the best some others would hope for us, it may not be what we want or aspire to, it often isn't what others think should be.

Human nature has a way of letting us down, again and again.

Nobody is perfect.

Scvientology, for me, told me I had to be perfect, 100%, that is a hard goal to follow. Needlessly, I have tried my entire life to accomplish that. Let me tell you, it IS impossable.

Funny thing that my ex husband always said, and I did not understand. You strive to be 'superwoman'. Strangely enough I did, but I never realised it.

Throughout my entire life I have tried so hard to a super human being without even realising it. I work till I drop, I do it continually. I do it again and again and I have never realised why, until recently.

Do you know why?

Because it was instilled in me as a young child.

Relentless, produce, produce, produce. Not just in the sea org, but out side also.Produce, produce, produce, a never ending theme of production. Like your whole life depends upon it. There is no give and take, it's just relentless production. At what cost?

A battle with the mind, a battle with the physical, a constant battle with every thing that life throws at you.

Today, something happened, a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but to me it meant so much. More than YOU could ever imagine.

As I have already explained, my daughters mean so much to me and my youngest daughter raced across town to meet up with me for just a few brief moments. You have no idea what this meant to me, I cannot put into words what this meant to me.If anyone on earth knows what I mean by this, the joy, the love that I hold for my children for time, forever is imeasurable. There is no love a bond greater than that held by a Mother and I love my children beyond anything, any time. any place, anything.

I love them unconditionally, and will forever, regardless of any constraints that are in place, love them until the day I die, and even beyond this, I will always love my children.

From my perspective, Scientology sought to destroy this bond between parent and child and did a bloody good job of causing conflict and needless harm to those who sought to be good people of this world.
 

Illegal Alien

Patron with Honors
I'm not sure if this is the right place to post.


From my perspective, Scientology sought to destroy this bond between parent and child and did a bloody good job of causing conflict and needless harm to those who sought to be good people of this world.

I hear you on this. Family bond is the most sacred thing and really if Scientology wants demons on there back and front doors then enforcing disconnection will achieve this.
IT IS UNFORGIVABLE!
 

Royal Prince Xenu

Trust the Psi Corps.
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Scvientology, for me, told me I had to be perfect, 100%, that is a hard goal to follow. Needlessly, I have tried my entire life to accomplish that. Let me tell you, it IS impossable.

Funny thing that my ex husband always said, and I did not understand. You strive to be 'superwoman'. Strangely enough I did, but I never realised it.

Throughout my entire life I have tried so hard to a super human being without even realising it. I work till I drop, I do it continually. I do it again and again and I have never realised why, until recently.

Do you know why?

Because it was instilled in me as a young child.

Relentless, produce, produce, produce. Not just in the sea org, but out side also.Produce, produce, produce, a never ending theme of production. Like your whole life depends upon it. There is no give and take, it's just relentless production. At what cost?

A battle with the mind, a battle with the physical, a constant battle with every thing that life throws at you.

Today, something happened, a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but to me it meant so much. More than YOU could ever imagine.

As I have already explained, my daughters mean so much to me and my youngest daughter raced across town to meet up with me for just a few brief moments. You have no idea what this meant to me, I cannot put into words what this meant to me.If anyone on earth knows what I mean by this, the joy, the love that I hold for my children for time, forever is imeasurable. There is no love a bond greater than that held by a Mother and I love my children beyond anything, any time. any place, anything.

I love them unconditionally, and will forever, regardless of any constraints that are in place, love them until the day I die, and even beyond this, I will always love my children.

From my perspective, Scientology sought to destroy this bond between parent and child and did a bloody good job of causing conflict and needless harm to those who sought to be good people of this world.

I skipped the bit about asking to be born because that's a different argument in a completely different ballpark.

I understand the striving for perfection. As a child, I was dragged out of bed at 06:00 on a daily basis to:
Vacuum the entire house;
Scrub out the bathroom;
Make breakfast;
Clean up the kitchen after breakfast,

And having CFS all the time, hoping to get out of the house before 08:30 when muthur would then get up and invariably find little OCD details that would keep us (my sister as well) back for another two hours, and then try to fit in at school as well.

I thought Scientology was an escape... ha ha! Here I was, like you, a perfectionist trying to be 100% perfect in the real world.

Even now, living in a house on my own (bring enough hands, brooms, a vacuum, and window cleaner and we could use it for the next ANZO Bash) that is too big and that I can't afford to maintain on my own, and because each thing to which I try to attend has to be perfect the end result is nothing gets done! Part projects piled up on other incomplete projects can be found everywhere. Having mistakenly relied on others to sort out certain areas--they've been messed up more....

And perfectionism is why I hate "Windows". I don't want to drag a line to vaguely meet another line, I want to be able to enter the actual numbers so that they connect properly!

"Reality: Eternal punishment for being a perfectionist."
 

Nicole

Silver Meritorious Patron
I hear you on this. Family bond is the most sacred thing and really if Scientology wants demons on there back and front doors then enforcing disconnection will achieve this.
IT IS UNFORGIVABLE!
The biggest crime that Scientology does is the crime on children. This organization steels the youth, the childhood and much more.

They take children the parents away and parents the children. The right to have a familiy and the right to have time for the family, is for me one of the biggest human right.
 
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