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Claire I think you do bring up a good point. You can never fully escape a cult if you can't look at what it was that you actually liked. There are people that have been decades in scientology, there must have been some thing that they actually liked. To deny anything positive is as daft as the opposite.
I know I loved many things about being on staff, and pretty much all of them were nothing to do with scientology at all. I loved the international nature of London Org, but it would have been the same if I'd worked in the shop next door! I loved feeling that I was doing something that was going to help the planet. I could have worked for the UN, or Greenpeace, or have done voluntary work in the third world. It would have actually been doing something useful. I loved being sent abroad with the travel paid. If I had had a real job I could have just travelled, and I wouldn't have had to stay up night drinking black coffee and smoking packets of cigarettes on mission.
There were times I did have a good session, but I could have had counselling as I have had since, counselling that actually addressed the problem I had that scientology never even glanced at.
I did make some good friends, and can no longer communicate with them.
I learned the alphabet. Useful in dictionaries and telephone books, and filing.
I improved my language skills. Travel would have done that anyway.
So far my increased ability in the knowledge of the sequence of the alphabet is the only truly positive I got from being on staff. I don't think it was worth near starvation and all the destruction it caused my body, spirit and mind, and family.
It could be the forgotten happy moments that are hidden and causing us to be confused.
Nothing is actually completly black or white. In the early days on staff there were great parties. There were some nice things about being a storm trooper and I'm sure that hangmen had perks.
I know I loved many things about being on staff, and pretty much all of them were nothing to do with scientology at all. I loved the international nature of London Org, but it would have been the same if I'd worked in the shop next door! I loved feeling that I was doing something that was going to help the planet. I could have worked for the UN, or Greenpeace, or have done voluntary work in the third world. It would have actually been doing something useful. I loved being sent abroad with the travel paid. If I had had a real job I could have just travelled, and I wouldn't have had to stay up night drinking black coffee and smoking packets of cigarettes on mission.
There were times I did have a good session, but I could have had counselling as I have had since, counselling that actually addressed the problem I had that scientology never even glanced at.
I did make some good friends, and can no longer communicate with them.
I learned the alphabet. Useful in dictionaries and telephone books, and filing.
I improved my language skills. Travel would have done that anyway.
So far my increased ability in the knowledge of the sequence of the alphabet is the only truly positive I got from being on staff. I don't think it was worth near starvation and all the destruction it caused my body, spirit and mind, and family.
It could be the forgotten happy moments that are hidden and causing us to be confused.
Nothing is actually completly black or white. In the early days on staff there were great parties. There were some nice things about being a storm trooper and I'm sure that hangmen had perks.
I needed a push and, god knows, Scientology is pushy 