When I was going to the KH, I was marked as "bad association" and everyone pretty much ignored me. I'd stand at the back of the KH and nobody would talk to me. The occasional elder would come up and have a rehearsed convo with me:
Hi Nos!
Hello.
How are you?
Good
That's good! (walks away)
Yeah, that makes me feel special and loved.
I also had problems fitting in with others. I used to get trashed on for my taste in music, and was never invited to any get-togethers. I tried like hell to make friends, but I just kept getting pushed away.
Then they wonder why I left.
In 2000 (four years after I left), I attended a JW funeral. I was told by the elder who studied with me, "All your friends are here. If you're not here, you have no friends". What a load of bullshit.