I could not believe God was not love, even as a young child. As I grew older, my classmates and outside influences, such as the Beatles and reading history, made me despise the Witnesses. My father was very abusive. He dragged me against my will to the KH, pinching me and kicking me in full view. When he saw I loved the Beatles, he confiscated all my teenage music and Beatles posters,articles, etc. I was told I had to stop being a candy striper. He was trying to pull me out of high school and I was facing a court order to a foster home when he died from heart disease. I went to the KH one more time with my mom and siblings. I was sixteen. When she told me to get ready, I screamed at her that I would never go again and that she wanted to personally kick me, she was welcome. The rest of the family went one more time. No one ever went again.
Reading other's posts, I now realize I had it good in many ways. My mom's family was multigenerational to Russell. She was never disrespectful but cautioned us to not get baptized until our mid thirties, not be afraid of Armageddon b/c the Society announced a date years before, family and friends went to a mountain, after giving up all their assets, and had to walk down the mountain. She shared "hot" "Juicy" Bethel gossip. I accidently found this trove of old WTs and Russell literature. The occult stuff scared me out of my wits. She said times were different. When she was a girl, Bethel had a Christmas tree. Everyone celebrated Christmas. When she was a tween, the convention speaker suggested giving Society lit as good Christmas gifts.
My father's actions meant he had to be aligned with Satan, not Jesus. Where my mom's shared tidbits of wisdom showed me the WT I presently endured was not writ in stone. The entire extended family shared Bethel gossip. It was funny. My aunt's husband, a Bethelite, thought gossip was wrong and that exchanging info of old friends one saw at a different assembly was gossip. So my aunt, so submissive, and my mom made appointments to meet where my uncle could not know. They could go on for hours. Nothing was so outrageous but I knew humans, not God, were involved, no matter what the WT reported. B/c they were in from the ground floor, the extended family thought they had certain rights that run of the mill Witnesses did not have. Bethel was telephoned if there were every a KH problem. Viewing it as an adult, I don't think we had special rights. The illusion made me see flawed humans, though.