I think trapped is the correct word. When you're forced--starting before you're even baptized--to separate yourself from ALL non-JWs, leaving means turning your whole world upside down. Losing friends is bad enough, but to know that your family (if they're following the rules) will also treat you as a non-entity is all the more devastating.
I am a third-generation JW, so I've never had non-JW friends--not even acquaintances, lest they be misconstrued as friends. But the real reason I stay "under cover" is my father. He has a debilitating disease, and if I left publically, it would be much more difficult for me to assist him. This is ironic considering that his "Christian" family members aren't much help at all, but I feel it leaves me no choice. If I "outed" myself to him, I'm sure he wouldn't care, but I have a whole host of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and a mother who would tow the company line and try to cut me off from him if I were a dreaded apostate.
I've often thought of the relief I would feel to be out in the open with my feelings; even more so to share them with my family and perhaps free them of the overriding guilt and inadequacy that is drilled into them as JWs, but it "wouldn't be prudent at this juncture."
Hedging? I think at first. I used to be an up-and-comer; a Pioneer and MS who would've probably been an elder at a young age. I don't have to describe to most of you the turmoil of growing doubts and the feelings of disloyalty they caused. I just KNEW that it was God's Organization, but I only had one small problem with the repeated failed prophecies. Yet how could I leave the organization over that issue, when they were right about so many others, like blood and 1914? I just knew that the day I said in my heart that it wasn't The Truth, Armageddon's fireballs were going to start falling from the sky.
I remember reading In Search of Christian Freedom and worrying that I was betraying my God. Actually, I think being caught by His human policemen was a worse fear. I found it at a library and contemplated stealing it so my name wouldn't be recorded as the lendee. As I read the book and the single pebble of doubt grew into an avalanche, I was still taking the book out to my car at night because it was the ultimate apostate material. I thought I was going to wake up one night to find the book floating around the room!
Since then I've kind of drifted away. I'm severely inactive, so much so that my family rarely asks me to attend the special talks or CO visits anymore. I make sure they see me in a suit during DC time, when the family gets together for dinner Sunday evening, but we always manage to miss each other at the actual convention site... strange how that works. It's been like this for about the last five years. It kind of reminds me of wearing suits as a kid. It's uncomfortable at first, but after so many years you get used to it.
After all this rambling, I'm not sure I've answered the question, but it's my first post (and my Official Public Outing, though anonymously) so be gentle.
Hmmm