I went to be with my father for the first time ever when I was 17. He was staying at my aunts' home where my relatives lived. Half the homes on the block were lived in by them. It was Christmas which was being celebrated at a distant relatives home.
At first I wasn't going to attend but then I decided to go in grungy clothes which I was mildly criticized for. They knew about my religion but did not fully understand the implications for me just by attending (disfellowshipping at the whim of the elders?).
I was somewhat distant from the party at first but later got into it with my cousins. I'm glad I did.