Personally, for me, it wasn't too bad. I was baptized the summer between my 11th & 12th grade school year. Then the summer right after graduation I went to visit Bethel, it was one of those tour groups. That September I signed up to be a regular pioneer and got to go to where the need was greater for two weeks. It was pretty cool getting away from my mom for that time period. I got to go to pioneer school, and I stayed with a family in KC. They had the coolest house ever. It was an old two-story house that had hidden hallways that you would find going to the back of the closets of the home. I was a volunteer in the food service, which meant that I was able to go places that the majority was not allowed to go. This was a welcome relief because I really hate being around large crowds of people. During this time no one bothered asking me why I wasn't in my seat. Also, my friends were doing it the same as I.
Being a regular pioneer also opened up for me to be on the electrical crew for the Kansas Hall Builds. I did that for 3 years as well. It was an elder who...I forget what the correct term was called but he was part of the committee for the building projects. I learned a lot of very useful electrical knowledge, and I was able to get away in telling the brothers what to do because I was in charge of something. If I had a problem, I would just tell them to take it up with the elder who got me into it in the first place.
I remember there was this one time there was this brother, I don't know who he was, but he wasn't going to lower himself to following the direction of a sister, and this is what happened; At the time we were installing the light fixtures, and the power was on to the building. I informed him of this and told him whatever you do, DO NOT cut through all three wires at the same time. His response to me and these were his exact words, "I'm a small appliance repairman, I know what I'm doing." And at the very same time he said I know what I am doing, he took his wire cutters and cut through all three wires, and BOOM!!!, he went flying off his ladder, and the lights went out, and shortly after that he left the site. I was laughing my head off so much, and replied, "So you're a small appliance repairman, huh."
While in Kansas things were good for me, but later I met my husband who lived in Missouri at the time. After moving to the new congregation, I was treated like an outsider. There was only one brother who actually took the time to talk to me from time to time, he was one of my husband's groomsmen for our wedding. The sisters at that congeration were mostly a bunch of bitches, and that is putting it nicely.
But that was not what put me off with that "religion", it took another seven years before I finally had enough, and decided to do my own personal research on that group before I left.