Wanderer,
I always felt like the JW's were a tuxedo and I was a pair of brown shoes. I never fit in, as I thought too much.
The first inkling was when I was about nine years old. I sat next to a friend at the Sunday meeting that happened to be morbidly obese. The KH I attended had folding chairs set really close together, and he took up more than his share. One of the Congregation Servants (before elder arrangement) talked to us about being homosexual. I had no clue what he was talking about, as I had no clue at that point about sex at all.
It went downhill from there. I tried to justify the plethera of rules and regulations as a means to guide the nearly retarded brotherhood (lowest common denominator). In the end, I couldn't take it anymore.
JK