I had no choice. Deference to authority is not my strong suit. Yet I tried so hard to fit in all the while never believing in the destruction of Armageddon. I've been out decades. When I was a young child, I was eager for love. Love meant being a JW. If I were a good JW< my monstrous JW father would love me. It never worked. I lost a childhood.
My first real crisis came in 5th grade when my reading comprehension level passed that of the adult brothers. The whole male worship thing was also not me. My father served at Bethel. The stories of deceit and hypocrisy were overhelming. Yet off we marched like good Germans to the KH. Lying was permissible in the service of Jehovah. The double messages enveloped me.
I treasure my education and my worldly experiences. It is my honest belief that if I stayed in I would have killed myself. It was sheer torture. The Catholic kids were tortured too but the world appreciates their suffering.