In 1972-73 I got caught up in the 1975 nonsense. It was my senior year in college, I was depressed and had no idea where my life was going. I was very vulnerable, and the local congregation was small and close knit. I liked the people (and probably still would if they would talk to me). Some parts of JW doctrine (neutrality, no trinity, no hell) made sense to me, I thought it was the truth.
My wife converted at about the same time, some members of her family were JW's, but not all. We were married at the Hall in 1974. By about 1980 we knew something was wrong, but it took some time, and a move, to break free.
As noted by others, for both of us it was a return to pre-cult living. My family (totally not religious) and the non-JW parts of her family welcomed us back to the real world. I think the transition was much easier because we had a support system waiting for us.