I grew up in a congregation where if your father wasn't in the troof or a servant/elder then you were excluded by the youths in the congregation.
It got me down so much. I had no wordly friends that was forbidden and no friends in the cong. I was a very sad and lonely girl.
About age 14 I thought maybe there would be witness kids elsewhere in the world who would like to be a pen pal to me. Being nieve I sent a letter all the way across the ocean to brooklyn HQ. I told them my situation and asked if there was anyone they knew of who i could correspond with.
I never got a reply. The elders did though. They told my mum who told me off for writing to Bethel without telling her. Then very coincedentally there was a meeting part not much longer after about how we aren't JWs to make friends and if you are trying to make friends you there for the wrong reason. Then some malarky about how we should spend our time more wisely in the ministry or offering to help the sick and infirmed. It just crushed my teenage ego all the more.