Most of us who were converts already had issues. I am more bitter about those issues than about my JW experience. I was very lucky in some respects, especially that I got to spend my formative years with my grandparents, who were wonderful, caring people. In the sixth grade, I had to go live with my egg donor and sperm donor, about 250 miles away from my grandparents. The adjustment was traumatic, to put it mildly.
My parents were both mentally ill, on a lot of medications, and did not like having kids around, as we cramped their "style." They chose to be uneducated, ignorant, following the path of least resistance for the most part because life was supposed to be about partying and "fun." My mother was an only child, and her parents wanted her to be educated and would have sacrificed anything to make that happen. My dad was eligible for the GI bill, which he used to take some classes in agriculture, but they lived in the city.
The JW's gave me an outlet. I would have been fine with them until I married an elder and got to see the way they operate from the top. I also wanted an education and job skills, which I was more than discouraged from obtaining. A married JW woman practically has to ask permission to buy feminine hygiene products. It's just a degree off from being a Muslim woman in the Middle East.