The 1975 thing was devastating. I was a "true believer." I had been told that the date could be "off" by a couple of years either way. So I hung in until 1979.
I got very depressed, had crying spells and catatonic episodes. My husband, an elder and not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, was really aggravated with me. (I had married him for all the wrong reasons, i.e., religious affiliation though we had nothing else in common.) I realized the problems of my youth that led me to the JW's and the relative safety and security of marriage to a JW elder. I needed help, but no help was available to me. I wanted to enroll in college, and I did (with financing from non-JW family members), for which I was ridiculed by members of the congregation and had a daily argument with my husband.
Then I read an article in the "Awake" about the Peoples' Temple fiasco in Guyana. This article actually advocated thinking for oneself when confronted with such a situation. I was really confused because I had always been taught blind obedience to the "slave" regardless of anything.
Then I saw Dr. Wayne Dyer on "The Phil Donahue Show." I liked his practical, down-to-earth approach to psychological self-help and I read his book, "Your Erroneous Zones." The book encouraged me to think in ways I had never dared before.
I summoned the courage to escape. I took my daughter and moved to the opposite end of the country. Times were hard, and this is not the end of the story. But I was on my way. It still took about 2 years to convince myself that the "truth" was not the "truth" at all. But, little by little, things have gotten better, and I have experienced new places, different kinds of people and lots of things I would have missed out on if I had stayed in.
Life is good.
Regards, Mum