Behind closed doors my dad, an elder, was so emotionally abusive that as a child I once got out of bed to get a knife from the kitchen so I could stop the abuse once and for all. I cried, and didn't go through with it.
Behind closed doors, my next door neighbors, the family that "brought us into the truth" was yelling and screaming constantly. He hit her once while we kids played out back. I saw the marks from the beatings on the oldest sister. Allegations of incest came out later.
Behind closed doors a large area of close JW families were abusing prescription drugs and if I knew it, others did too. Oh well.
Behind closed doors my wife's elder father would come home stressed from work, make up a reason to get one of the girls in trouble (usually my wife as she was the oldest), and find that excuse to hit someone smaller than him to relieve that stress. Afterward he wanted to play.
Behind closed doors a friend has panick attacks when around men, particularly one on one, after growing up a JW. The reasons should be fairly obvious.
Behind closed doors another large family of JWs that lived on a farm were swapping partners.
Behind closed doors lives millions of untold stories of the real Jehovah's Witnesses. What they show standing on the outside of closed doors while knocking on them is a facade.
Behind closed doors is where the stress of an inauthentic life as a JW that is keeping up appearances can come out to play. Behind closed doors are the tears, the scars, and the self-medicating from the real dub life. Behind closed doors is where the real impact of the cult is seen.