I was reading the 1975 thread, and considered posting on it, but since I wasn't born until the Carter administration, I don't think I really can comment on it. I can sympathize, however.
You see, I was raised in the truth. Rarely missed a meeting. Had the whole front row in our congregation practically reserved for our family, since we obeyed the Society's instructions not to sit in the back and thus be distracted by other attendees. Besides, my dad gave so many talks it saved on shoe leather, walking up and down from the stage.
We had this CO who would come and hold up a huge poster, detailing the 1914 doctrine, how many people were left, etc. It was a huge deal, and was a bigger centerpiece of my faith than I realized.
I just kept gritting my teeth, working hard, enduring to the end. And then they pulled the rug out. In 1995 they suddenly reversed themselves about the "generation" doctrine. Then the agonized wave of understanding began to wash over me. I had been duped! While I might be able to drown myself in the busy work of the borg from then on, I would never again have the innocent, trusting joy of being a Jehovah's Witness.
Looking back, even as a youngster, my instincts were telling me that this was not the truth. I hated going to meetings, I hated being different, I wanted to play sports, be normal, etc. I was tired of being threatened, I was tired of being afraid. I would suddenly get these waves of ideas, like, "What if this isn't the truth?" I remember being about eight and in elementary school when the idea that maybe I was wasting my life occurred to me. It was a real shock, a frightening event! Adrenalin rushed through me.
But to have all those doubts confirmed? At once? In one fell swoop, to suddenly realize that your parents, your teachers, your role models... all were lying to you and possibly to themselves? Oh, I managed to swallow the agony and keep my head down for the next five years, but the earth had moved under me, and I never regained the conviction that I once had.
I just wish I had listened to those instincts sooner. Hopefully, I can catch up on some of those missed opportunities...
But I have a good life now, I want that clear. I am very happy and productive, etc. Just still a little nauseous over the betrayal.
So, I can sympathize with you 75'ers to a degree. I was expecting the end, too.
CZAR