I think I fell into an in between category. I didn't ever do anything I could be in trouble for, out of respect for my mother / fear of my mother. I'd always answer at least once in a meeting but always the giveaway answer. (raise hand, say Jehovah) However my dad was a biker with a wee bit of a record and my little brother was the congregation's resident bad "mofo". I was ostracised more than a little for those reasons. As a result, I never thought of myself as being good little dubbie and thought my "weakness" was obvious.
After I left (I sprung it on 'em all at once and immediatley moved out of town) I was shocked when they all seemed shocked. My brother said there wasn't a single one of them, including himself, who thought I was anything but a devoted "lifer". Go figure.