There were two instances that were going on in my early 20s that made me start to think I no longer wanted to be part of this faith.
The first one was between my father and I. He attempted to forbid me to have anything to do with my sister because she was "an apostate." I don't think he understood how much it really hurt her and negatively affected her. I saw it, because I disobeyed him and continued to speak to her anyway. It just seemed incredibly unfair to abandon your children just because they don't take the same view as you do on things.
The other instance was when I became good friends with someone I met in pioneer school. I felt like there were members of her congregation who were ostracizing me because I didn't think exactly like they did. That hurt so much it made me cry. I remember thinking that growing up, all the kids in school thought I was weird for my beliefs. I didn't mind because I felt like I had a safe haven within the congregation. But now to have that taken away from me?? It made me feel so alone and upset.
I stopped going to meetings a couple of years after that. But I went back because I was not ready to deal with the consequences of fully leaving, namely the cutting off from friends and family. Three years ago, I was ready. I left and I haven't set foot in a KH since. I'm still on my own, but at least it's on MY terms and I don't have any lemmings in my life to make me feel inadequate because I don't think like all the other clones.