Well, I guess I will add my two bits. I wrote a disassociation letter, technically; I sent my parents a five-paragraph note explaining that I didn’t want to be identified with Jehovah’s Witnesses anymore. I thought about writing more, of course, but realized that if I said anything specific I would write way too long a letter and they would never read it.
At their behest, the local elders called me up, concerned for my “spiritual welfare”. It quite unnerved my roommate (who was Jewish, incidentally) when “two guys in suits with Bibles” showed up at my dorm room one night when I was working on homework elsewhere, and most of my friends thought they were very odd. It led to a good opportunity for me to give a good, uh, anti-witness . But I digress…
At this point, I had not really let on to anyone in the organization that I was having doubts (just a few friends outside), so it came as a bit of a shock to my mother. She knew that I had been sort of lackadaisical about the organization the last few months, but had no idea how deep the discontent actually went. She wanted me to write a letter to the society, maybe go inactive for a little while (because she “knew I was busy with school”), and not do anything “hasty” that I would regret later.
I knew that any letter to the society would be ignored at best, because I wasn’t just concerned about a single issue, say evolution; I was disgusted with the whole attitude of superiority, with the blatant propaganda of WT literature, with the hateful institution of shunning. These are not subjects one writes the Society about in the serious hope of getting a meaningful response; my general impression is that getting any response other than an elder’s visit or an admonition to hang on and “wait for Jehovah” is unheard of.
And I didn’t want to just hang on. I frankly was disgusted with the organization, and wanted no part of it anymore, and most of all I was sooooooo tired of feeling like I was living a lie. I didn’t want to pretend anymore; I didn’t want to have to spend the rest of my life keeping my parents in the dark if I should decide to go to Christmas parties or take karate class or anything else like that. I didn’t want to settle into a nice routine of quasi-normal relations as an inactive person, pressured into going to the memorial occasionally, constantly getting “gentle reminders” about how I really should be “conscious of my spiritual needs.” (Ugh. I hate that phrase…)
And most of all, I didn’t want to get used to that sort of relationship with my parents and then get caught doing something innocuous (voting, say) and be kicked out, years after I had gotten on with my life mentally and emotionally, and suddenly be shunned anyways.
So although I understand why many here choose to not do anything official - certainly, the idea that formally leaving validates in some way their authority is something to think about - I don't really think I had any choice. Not with who I am, not with who my family is. I acted fairly quickly - sent the letter in November '99, officially DA'd in a meeting with the elders in January '00 - and I puzzled the heck out of my judicial committee because they couldn't understand why someone as previously "upstanding" as me would possibly want to leave .
The only thing I feel bad about is that I didn't have a chance to talk to my mom while she would still listen to me about such things. But realistically speaking, I don't think hanging on another six months or a year or even five years would've done any good, even supposing I could have managed to hide my evil holiday-celebration from my parents; I had the very bad luck to grow disillusioned EXACTLY at the same time my mom was having a bit of a renaissance with the organization, and it will probably be quite a while (if at all) before anything affects her personally enough that she would want to listen to me about the real truth anyhow.
So there's my way of dealing with the issue of how to not be a Jehovah's Witness when there's no way to just have it quietly annulled and walk away a free person. I will never forget that wonderful feeling of peace and calm that came over me when I decided to walk away anyways. Some people need to have an ending, is my take on it; others don't. The important part, of course, is leaving mentally - everything else is just detail-work. Granted that that doesn't make it any easier, no matter what you decide to do in the long run...
-T.