Yep, "disconnected" all the way round. But not just after leaving.
I never really felt "connected" in the troof either. Always was some sort of a sideliner and onlooker.
As a sound boy at about 12 years old in the early seventies, I remember having to turn the sound on and off depending on whether someone was actually speaking into the roving mike. As I was "mentally detached" during most of the meeting, I would frequently make an ass of myself by forgetting to turn the sound on when someone was answering up. Never moved much beyond that level. They never trusted me with anything but the mags and the mikes.
In the eighties I faded when I took a job involving international travel. I married a worldly and went to university. Of course I could never feel really "connected" to any of those things/people. For some reason - must have been the constant fear of Armageddon - I came back in "from the cold" in the early nineties. Of course, soon after, my wife decided to "disconnect" from me as well...permanently.
I actually managed to "connect" for a couple of years as I evidently was a promising prospect for most of the elders who had an obvious fascination for a university educated repenter. Still a publisher, I was starting to be groomed for the HLC and actually did some small assignments for Bethel on the blood issue for crying out loud.
It was the close friendships with those elders, however, that "disconnected" me again - onto the dead-end R&F path of WTS nowhere land: The elders hated each other bitterly and I got caught up as a pawn in the ensuing palace revolution when I sided with the one that got the axe. I had again managed to effectively "disconnect" into pariah status.
I suffer from Permanent Disconnection Syndrome of course even now, but somehow, I have started sensing a level of "connection" to some things on a level I never experienced before.
Theo