I left of my own accord. I think I am, or was the type of dub who wouldn't have trusted things I read posted on an internet board. I am a skeptic at heart. (why I eventually couldn't swallow the load of hooey the JW's were trying to spoon feed me)
I do think these boards are invaluable in keeping up my resolve to stay away however.
Since I was 16 I had struggled with wanting to leave, not believing it, but thinking I was the only one who felt confused, and that if I could just pray more, or study more it would eventually make sense. It wasn't until I was in my 20's I got up the courage to tell my parents I didn't want to be a witness anymore. But it was still hard.
While I was happy to not be going, I still felt guilty and often questioned my decision. I still went to the memorial, and when my parents asked me every few months or so if I wanted to go the meeting--I seriously thought about it. I missed my friends. Aside from a handful of co-workers who I went out with for a few hours on friday after work, I had no friends. I missed my old JW friends.
Then by luck I met Eyegirl. She and I bonded right away. She was having a lot of the same turmoil I was about not being a good JW kid and the fight with JW parents.
Then her sister introduced us to this wonderful place.
Like I said, I don't think had I been in, I would have left because of this place. Often when I saw or heard hateful things being said about JW's I would fight tooth and nail to defend it, even if I didn't always believe it. (I'd whip out the reasoning book anyway).
But I do think I was in a place, after I left, to start to heal by venting, and hearing stories of people who were going through the exact same thing I was. I finally knew I was not alone at all...but there were literally hundereds of people that had experienced much of what I had. And it made me giddy, and sad, and angry, and happy all at once.
And now I have loads of friends all over the world. I am back in a new and improved international sister and brotherhood.