I remember watching the awful Star Wars "prequels" and strangely identifying with the character of Anakin Skywalker as he slowly turned to the "dark side". I could sort of imagine this somehow happening with me in the future, but I couldn't think how it would come about.
I had the same experience. Except I thought the prequels were pretty good (until I watched Plinkett's reviews not long ago, clearly I was not being objective about it for a long time...). But the forbidden love thing was the same for me. The feeling of being used and manipulated. The feeling that something was being kept from me that I knew I deserved to know... "The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural."
I don't think I was afraid of 'apostates'. Someone I grew up knowing became one--she was the daughter of an elder, a firecracker of a pioneer, at least a good ten years or more older than me. Pretty, but somehow not able to find a suitable husband. I was a little curious as to why someone like her who was just plain brilliant would become one. I've yet to find her again, since leaving; last I heard she was in Minnesota.
I think we may have encountered someone who may or may not have at least been exposed to the apostate stuff--she was at the door in the ministry, mentioned something about Rutherford and the Prohibition era. I couldn't help thinking that it was probably true at the time, but of course I said nothing--I was still a true believer, but I knew from reading between the lines in the Proclaimers book that Rutherford was kind of an a--hole, from the way he took over the Society and started centralizing power and all.
There was a time back in college, 10 years ago, that I even found this site and looked at one page on here, briefly. I remembered Googling "Jehovah's Witnesses" and seeing a bunch of "exit counseling" sites turn up. It scared me, but I could still see why exit counseling would be needed--the psychological trauma of leaving would be considerable. But I think I realized at that time that there was a good chance if I did the research I'd find out it was all b.s. and end up wanting to leave, but I was still in school and had no way to move out and escape the wrath of Mom. So...figured I'd go along with it and try to reprogram myself to believe it again.
The only reason "apostates" stuck in my mind was because the Society was stupid enough to keep reminding me they were out there, waiting to trap me with their deceitful, evil words. So when I was finally pissed off enough, I remembered that apostates existed, and that the Society was apparently scared of them, so...I knew it was time to go talk to them and hopefully find the answers that the elders couldn't give me.
"Success!"
--sd-7