My memory is that dfd ones would want to be invisible. I always thought it would be hell to be treated that way, but I could never get any old friends to make eye contact, I guess it was too emotional for them. When it happened to me I started attending meetings at a new hall where I knew nobody. I managed to time it so that I'd walk in as the song started and walk out when the song finished, but if I had to wait at the door for the song to start another stranger would try to introduce themselves. I'd tell them 'I'm disfellowshipped' as soon as I got a chance, and they'd usually feel very embarassed, not know what to do, and walk away. One lady always tried to get my attention and smile but I couldn't bear it.
Every few weeks I had to hang around after the meeting for the magazine guy to bring mine to me (I wasn't allowed to go to the counter for them. They should print a little brochure on the little rules that you unknowingly break for the first few months. I never knew what the book study was up to because I wasn't allowed to get a KM...) So I'd try to find an empty spot in the chairs and sit quietly and wait. It was very stupid, me sitting there ignoring people, everybody else pretending I'm not there. I took to playing games on my mobile. As soon as the magazine guy brought me my propaganda I'd bolt. I remember my sister joking about it in the week between my JC and the announcement that I was dfd when I'd told everybody, as if it was funny; "why do they always hang around after the meeting, it's not like somebody is going to talk to them". Oh yeah sister, that's my favourite place, right there in the chair of humiliation and torture.
I so much prefer to look forward these days. Looking back makes me very sad.