This was one of the pivotal incidents in my decision to leave the JWs.
I'd been severely stricken with postpartum depression, and one day someone popped in to visit - presumably to cheer me up. She'd been in our Book Study™ for some time, and had recently been Baptized™. Her pre-JW history included claims of being bothered by The Demons™, along with drug and alcohol abuse. Anyway, while I was making tea / tending to the baby / using the washroom, she was snooping around my house for evidence of demon-possessed items. At some point during the visit she let it slip that one of the Elders™ had asked her to investigate our home, using her "expertise" in these matters, and knowing that I had gone to some garage sales with his wife earlier that summer. She was quite proud of the fact that she was given such an "assignment", and was pleased to tell me that she couldn't sense that any of my possessions were Demonized™.
When I found out who had put her up to snooping around my house, I asked her if she'd been asked to check the Elder's™ wife's garage sale finds for demon possession. Apparently not, because "she isn't the one who is depressed, is she?"
I can't even begin to describe the feeling of violation, not just of my family's privacy (not that you're allowed a private life as a JW), but of my psychological well-being most of all, particularly considering the visit was conducted under the false pretense of a social visit to lift my spirits. Rather than accept the scientific evidence that my illness was real, they had the temerity to override my medical diagnosis with 2000 year old superstitions of demon possession.
That visit was the beginning of a downward spiral that ended the day after the Memorial™ - where Attendants™ refused to pass the Emblems™ to me (apparently instructed to do so for fear that I might Partake™ unworthily) - with me in hospital on a suicide watch.
I'll never forgive them for what they put me through. It was the worst year of my entire life.