The one crisis? Heh, I can pinpoint it to a specific day, although I had doubts since I was a little girl and never really trusted anything told to me. It was "blah blah blah" crap, and because I didn't see my dad "walking as he talked" it never sunk in as "truth".
The moment when I knew was when I was 17 years old. In the previous few months I had been stalked and raped twice by a stranger. One day when a teacher asked me why my grades were slipping I broke down and told her everything. She was required to call the police and did so. Boy am I glad I told her first!
Anyhow, the police detective came to our house so of course my parents found out. My mom felt the need to call the elders and tell them. Apparently I needed to talk to them. Ugh, I cringe just thinking about that.
I went to the meeting with three elders because I thought it was going to be somewhat of a counseling session. Believe me, I needed counseling by then. I didn't think it would be bad especially since my favorite elders (dad of the Doan clan) was one of the three. Little did I know that they would immediately inquire why I went to the police, and why I hadn't come to them and only them first. WTF?! So there I was realing from their lack of consideration (they hadn't made any consoling remarks yet) and they continued the inquisition.
They asked what I was wearing, did I scream, what did the stranger do to me, why was I alone, blah blah blah. And you know what? They did this to me even though he wasn't even a JW!!!
So, yeah, that would be my moment of reality. I was so fucking scared, crying, (because until recently when I got some Lithium, I cried anytime I was confronted), that I numbly answered their questions. I just wanted to get out of there. That, and if I didn't answer a question they hinted I might be disfellowshipped. I believe a quote I remember would be "are you sure you don't remember or are you trying to mislead us? You know what Jehovah thinks of liers. He punishes them through the organization". Yeah, real subtle.
I walked out of that back room, out the hall door and never stepped foot in that hall again. Since then I've only been to one and that was only for a funeral.
Like I mentioned, I always had doubts, in fact, I never once believed in Jehovah, or at least the God they talked about. I have always been a distrusting person, and I am very grateful for that disposition. It kept me from being sucked in.
*edited for crappy typing from lack of sleep*