so no not every child is abused, but you've gotta be extremely lucky whom you choose as you parents before you get born - if only.
And the big family too. Almost all of our family were JW's, from when I was about 4 years old. My grandparents stopped celebrating holidays, but that didn't stop the celebrations. We still had the big turkey dinners. Grandma still made great cookies, and fudge and divinity at Christmas time. We'd have a big ham dinner in the spring, and they still gave us presents, just not on our birthdays. We went to two International Conventions in New York City, 1953 and 1958, driving across country and back (6 weeks trips), camping most of the time, or staying at motels with swimming pools. I had cousins who were my best friends, and we had a blast on those trips. We saw the whole country, toured attractions, learned a lot about the history of the U.S., and mainly built memories.
In the summers my grandparents took their grandchildren (even those not JW's) camping for two weeks, which are now some of my most cherished memories. Over the 4th of July, grandpa always got us sparklers to use in the campground, and we would go to the water's edge to watch the big fireworks displays.
Our family was extremely close, and while we didn't do all the same things the kids at school did, we still got to do some of the things there. We got to date, go to school dances, get involved in school activities, and aspire to being something other than a janitor. I didn't have problems as a teenager, and neither did my cousins.
As I said before, that was the 50's and 60's. Different times in JW Land.
My brother was a bit of a rebel, but we never ratted him out. He straightened out by the time he was 20, pioneered, got married, had two kids, and became a big time elder. He was the first to leave the JW's, back in the mid 70's. I guess the rebel in him never really left. When his wife died in 1977, due to a massive blood loss and no blood transfusion, he "saw the light" and left it all.