I hate to say it. But one of the 1st times I felt normal was in the congregation. Allow me to explain.
Growing up with learning disabilities, stuttering, and physical tics was really difficult. My parents were not JW's. Back in the 70's, a lot of people weren't familiar with how to work with kids like this. I was an outsider, who learned to keep his mouth shut because kids pick on the weird kids.
I sorta learned to deal with some of my disabilities, and just accepted I was different. When I grew up, I felt more comfortable with a mohawk or blue hair. When I did, these other weirdos accepted me as is.
I walked into a KH at age 22 with black hair down to my butt, and dressed only in black. I had leather boots on. Nobody said a word. I felt comfortable in my own skin as a result. Later I cut my hair and put on the suit. I was still a little weird, but the dubs accepted me as is.
That honeymoon lasted a few years.
Later I fet uncomfortable as a JW. I was going through another faze of being the weirdo, to 99.5% of the population.
I'm coming up on 9 years of being out. It took a few years but it feels normal now. Had I been patient enough, I would have eventually figured out some of my disabilies through therapy. It took learning the truth about the truth to give the world a try again. After all, 99.5% of the world can't be wrong, can they?