I was born-in and always hated it. When I was in elementary school, I used to pray to fit in better. My parents were not gung ho, except when it could be used as punishment. My gm and aunt were devout and were my haven. The more I learned in school, the more I realized they were not normal. I had many worldly friends and not a single Witness friend. I stopped believing in any matter by fourteen. My father would physically drag me to meetings. When he died, I told my mom she would have to call the police to drag me. My father was abusive so I feared dying at his hands. My family attended KH one time only and I stayed home. They never attended again.
It was a worry but my extended JW family still had dealings with us. They simply looked the other way. I accomodated their views. My aunt would have severe physical and emotional symptoms if someone questioned the Witnesses. Her body would shake. They were not open to discussion. I never felt free to discuss my work, friends, or interests while I sat through countless hours of Witness stuff with them.
I realized that from their viewpoint, they were risking their eternal lives. My love for them allowed me to sit through their preaching. It was not ideal but it was far better than complete shunning.