I can't believe how horrid this experience was. First, the thought of going into a KH again filled me with total anxiety and even nausea.
Second, couldn't believe how much time it took to get ready to get there. The whole dress-up thing... can't believe I used to do this 3 times a week!
And third, the awful KH experience itself. Since I'm in an "inactive" (read: faded) state, people will still talk to me, but I found their approach was really creepy and aggressive. It was like an INTERROGATION, full of questions to determine my "status" and activity (or not). Like, "Oh, how nice to see you! What KH are you in now? How is [spouse]? How are your kids? Are they going to meetings? Are they still in the truth?" Almost EVERY single JW that spoke with me was like this.
When I said, "Well, we're doing fine, we're all very happy. Haven't been to the meetings for a long time, though." It all changed. Their attitudes, expressions. One "brother" even looked dismayed and said, "Why aren't you going to meetings anymore? Do you want to DIE? Don't you want to LIVE??"
It was a really creepy experience, and the funeral talk was, of course, the standard outline (read: advertisement) for the Org.
The KH itself now reminds me of a funeral home. Sterile. No natural light or windows. The brothers standing at the entrance like bodyguards. The whole horrid atmosphere of control and regulated everything.
It was good to be out of there. It's good to be out, period.