You're lucky to have gotten out of it when you did, Pickled. I was not as fortunate. You see, I was raised in this religion, so I don't really know what a "normal" life is like. My parents were not very involved in the religion, but they demanded that we follow all the rules. When I began to take a serious look at the religion I was 15 years old. I saw a lot of the problems you saw, but I glossed over them. I had pressure from family and friends, lots of encouragement to become an active member. I was lured by the ability to transform myself from a boring, anonymous teenager to a theocratic star, and that's exactly what I became. I got all of the encouragement in the world when I decided to embrace JWism. My ego was constantly being stroked. The "friends" would tell me how wonderful my talks were and how inspirational I was. A few even told me they wanted their sons to grow up and be just like me. I was a regular pioneer at 17. I constantly gave experiences at assemblies. When I was 18 I was invited by the circuit overseer to move away to another state to serve where the need was great. By that point, however, the inconsistencies that you speak of became too obvious for me to ignore. I no longer had the unqualified faith in the religion that I once did, so I rejected the circuit overseer's offer.
For years I blamed myself. I felt that something was wrong with me. My lack of faith was bringing me down. I had failed Jehovah. My troubles in life were a direct result of my spiritual shortcomings. This led to depression with alternating bouts of weight loss and weight gain. I was emotionally unstable and I even hoped death would put me out of my misery. It wasn't until a few years later, more or less when I was 23 years old that it all finally came together for me. I saw that I wasn't the one to blame for my lack of faith. My lack of faith was due to the many glaring errors in the religion. The religion itself was flawed, not just the men that served in the congregations. A few years passed before I finally became inactive. A few more went by before I was able to bring myself to read material critical of Jehovah's Witnesses, and that’s when I finally achieved internal peace. I realized beyond a shadow of a doubt that the religion was flawed. This freed me up to continue living my life without the fear, that little voice inside my head, that perhaps the Witnesses were right and I was wrong. I wasted the best years of my life in that religion. I'm now in my late 20s trying to learn things "normal" people learn in their teenage years. It's been a challenge, but I'm much happier this way.
Congratulations, again, on seeing the light this early!