I'm very lucky (lucky!) that both of my parents (now in their nineties) were around to see me exit the JWs. For years they tried to gently warn me about the cult, but of course, I thought that I knew better. I cried the night I phoned them to let them know that I had come to realise that they (parents) were right all along. Of course, they were so happy that I was out.
I foolishly made "the stand against blood transfusions" for two of my three sons, (rhesus negative blood incompatibility) I now have to live with the knowledge that I could have lost both of them. One son asked me a few months ago, how could I have allowed him to die? It's heartbreaking to know that for the rest of our lives, we will always have that question in our heads (myself and my son)
If I could turn back the clock, it would definately be by 32 years, before I started to get subtly drawn into the Org.
Twinkletoes