"Love Bomb" refers to the systematic friendshipping of a wayward Mormon, the clarion call of the fellow sheep to the lost one. It is also derogitavely referred to as being given an "assigned friend" or being the "ward project". Depending on the situation and the individual, fellowshippers might include the home- and visit-teachers, Relief Society President, Bishop and/or Elder's Quorum President, the Bishop's wife, or some other random person from the ward. In extreme cases, it can also involve the Stake President and Area Authority Seventy (although this is far more common if you are lineage LDS or married to someone related to a GA).
How effective is love bombing for the apostate? Does it work, or is it wasted time and energy? From what I have read of others' experiences, it truly seems that once your testimony is gone, there is no getting it back. Like reaching for the oasis and finding it was a mirage, the untainted view of the Church is "lost, and lost forever". But is there a time when love bombing can work?
I will present my own profile and conclusions based on my life, and then will open the comments for you to answer that question for yourselves.
Dossier of an Apostate
Convert of 10 years. Female, married in temple, 1 child.
Precipitating issues:
Feminist issues (Primary concern) and Historical/intellectual issues (Secondary concern).
My feminist concerns began within a year of baptism when other members questioned why I wasn't married, where I was going on my mission, and whether I hated children (because I was attending graduate school). Dating in the single's ward was hell, because I was educated and "older" (I was baptized at the ripe old age of 20). Issues intensified with my marriage (why was I delaying having children?) and further with the birth of my son 3 years ago. At that point, I started being drilled as to my career decisions and having every statement ever made by Pres. Benson on the issue of Working Mothers re-iterated to me in VT-ing visits. My best girl friend at the time, Linda, wrote a blog post about the evils of working mothers, calling down judgment upon all working moms for "disobeying God and His Prophets". She also made a point of sharing story after story with me of how poor she was growing up but her "mum loved her, so she stayed home." We sort of grew apart after the blog post incident, although I never told her why, and she later moved away.
Attempts at Reconciliation with the Church:
I was ridiculously open about my concerns with the Church. While in graduate school, I attended the weekly Mormon graduate student lunches, where I was the only girl (100% of the time) and only one unmarried (also 100% of the time). There I was pretty much drilled by the "men" about why I was getting my PhD, one individual going so far as to assure me that he would "never in a million years marry someone with a PhD" because he would find it too intimidating. However, I pressed forward and continued to attend the lunches, until they were discontinued.
While married and pregnant, I tried to start a social club for professional and working women at our ward. I found that working women fell into one of three categories:
1, Working and NOM, because of an inability to reconcile Church and career;
2, Working and active, but with a personality that is oblivious to the tensions associated with the work/Church juggle; and
3, Closet working mom, who does not want it known that she works.
I found that I had little support in my group from any of the three groups. When I raised my concerns to group 1, the response was that the Church wasn't True anyway, so who the hell cared what Pres. Benson said? When I raised my concerns to group 2, the answer was "Oh, I have never had anyone every question my decision to work. Oooh, look at the pretty floral arrangement Sister Hydrangea picked today!". Moms in group 3 generally had nothing to do with me, presumably for fear that others might give them guilt by association with the Career Woman.
I went to my VTers about my working issues, and met against Group 3 moms (and therefore could not address my concerns). I went to the RS President about my concerns, and her response was, "Well, we all know that if you could, you would stay home with your son" - as though the issue were one of personal worthiness.
When Prop 8 hit and I started having even more issues with the Church's social issues, I started my historical research. Finding disturbing historical information led me to raise questions to my VTers, in Relief Society, and to the RS President. I also started a blog where I discussed in frequent posts my personal struggles. Everyone in the ward was reading it - as seen in my stat counter - but not a single person from the ward would discuss my concerns with me. Somehow, my not-very-subtle cries for help from my sinking ship were either completely negated or ignored as something embarrassing.
I finally posted my last "real" post on that blog, where I finally said, blandly and boldly, I am considering leaving this church! All of the sudden, several ward members appear out of the wood-work and bear their testimony to me on my blog. NOW you bear your testimony??? NOW, after I have already come to accept that Joseph Smith was not all the Church says he is - you bear your testimony that Joseph Smith was a Prophet? Nevermind that I have been discussing my issues for literally over a year - and until that point, no one from the ward answered any of my concerns. That week, I also received an email from Linda's husband, calling me to repentance for dissenting with the prophet. I then went to my Bishop, who gave me some of the very best advice I had ever received on the topic of working mothers.... but by then, it was too too little, too too late.
The one good piece of "love bombing" I received was from a friend in the ward, Susie, whose father was a CES instructor. Had she talked with me previously, in response to one of my hundreds of blog posts on historical issues, it might have helped. As it was, she talked to me after I had come to write-off apologists and folks working for the Church History department as propaganda makers.
The Aftermath:
The aforementioned post on my disaffection was published mid-June of this year. In mid-August (2 months later), I made my official decision to disengage from the church for a while. The contacts that I received concerning that blog post were all made within the week that it was published. Thus, from June - Aug., despite the fact that I asked frequent (and difficult) questions in RS, I received no love-bombing. By the end of August, I stopped attending our ward meetings.
My RS president has asked my husband numerous times how I am doing - but as of yet, I have gotten no calls from her, no emails, etc. I wore a temple-unfriendly dress for Halloween, and she made a remark that made me indicate that she noticed, but again - no contact.
I published the pictures from Halloween, as well as some others that I had taken in Hawaii wearing a tank top, on Facebook. Within 24 hours, I received another email from Linda, shooting the breeze, trying to catch up (I hadn't heard from her in almost a year). I knew why she had emailed - but she did not make it explicit, and I did not help her. I am waiting for my next "call to repentance" email from her.
Final Conclusions on Love Bombing:
Had someone - anyone! - been able to offer me timely advice during the critical Nov. 2008 - June 2009 period when I was actively blogging and asking questions, I think things would have gone better for me. Whether or not I would have ultimately left the Church, the world may never know. Although I didn't realize it then, what I specifically needed was some sort of female mentor, who could show me "how it could be done" to balance work and Church. I didn't receive that, and in fact, received a bombardment of calls to repentance on my being a working Mom. If I hadn't had that pressure on me to understand the church's relationship with feminism, I never would have started my historical studies and ultimately seen what the Church thinks of "people like me". I also wouldn't have had my understanding of Joseph Smith shattered into smithereens.
Alternatively, meeting someone IRL who was NOM while I was still active would have been helpful during the time period that I was uncovering historical facts about Church history. It wouldn't have stopped the death, but it would have significantly curbed the blood loss, and given me more time.
I also think that the advice I got from Susie and my Bishop were great - but it only came after I had uncovered the worst that Church History had to offer. Its like offering someone who has had a hideous migraine for three days half a Tylenol after the fact. Too little, too late.