I was in 4 different congregations. First 2 in NYC, I got along with great. They were mostly Bethelites. The last 2 were in Jersey. The 3rd one the Presiding Overseer hated me with a passion . He ruled by fear, the other elders and Servants were afraid of him. I wasn't, I spoke my mind while the others were all "yes men". In the end he still hated me but he respected me, because he knew I would tell him to his face how I felt.
Rumors were circulating that I was an apostate. Someone was writing letters to everyone, and mailing out literature, Franz' book. I was like, "you think I'm gonna waste my money mailing out books to people who will just toss it away?"
One time we were having an elders meeting, and he just lost it, he charged at me, tried to get his hands around my throat, took 3 other elders to restrain him, I just sat there with a smirk on my face. In the end, I handed in my resignation from the body, kicked the bookstudy out of my house, and a month or so later I left the congregation, for another one, that lasted 6 months before I just disappeared, never went back. Before I stepped down, I went into the file cabinet and took my files. That was 30+ years ago.