Mine was quick.
My mother and us 3 kids began studying in early 1974, I think, when I was 13. (I'm the oldest, my brother, Aussie Oz, has already told his story back on the first page of this thread) Until this time I'd been very academically inclined and had probably been reading a book a day since the age of 5 or so. The anti-academic bias didn't sit well with me even then, but I trusted my mother's judgement and so I tried to quell my misgivings and be the good, well-behaved son I was expected to be.
Sometimes it was not so easy.. I still recall one Thurs night Ministry School - I would have been 15 - where two sisters were on stage discussing evolution. One says to the other "So I said to them, well, if monkeys turned into people, why aren't people turning into monkeys today?" The triumphant tone with which she delivered this devastating piece of logic stunned me, but not as much as did the applause this remark drew from the audience! I couldn't believe it! How could they hope to convince any half thinking person with the slightest understanding of the theory of evolution if this was considered brilliant argument? Then the brother - whom I had considered fairly intelligent - gets up to critique the presentation, and actually proceeds to praise her for this steaming turd of a remark! (I'm not sure, but I have a feeling, that night she was working on "logical development of an argument"!)
Fast-forward 10 years, and I'm working as a railway clerk in Alice Springs, Central Australia. This was a cut above the kind of employment the elders would have liked me to pursue, but they couldn't complain too much, as I'd only had one more year of high-school than they'd have preferred. I'd had the usual battles with masturbation, and my time as a junior clerk before I'd left home at 21 had given me easy access to porn at work, which certainly didn't help! I had been struggling to maintain my faith in the small, insular, 3 main families based congo we had ended up at after my mother's re-marriage to a brother in another state. I hoped the transfer to the Northern Territory and a bigger congo would help. 18 months passed, I was now almost 23, and pressure was being put on me to dedicate myself and get baptised. I thought (hoped) to myself that maybe this step would somehow help to strengthen my yet-again weakening faith, and so I made all the right noises at the right times, and proceeded to get baptised.
A few months on, I was asked to take under my wing an unbaptised 17 yo boy from a troubled family in the congo, to try to be a good influence on him. His family (DF father) was moving back to the coast, and he wanted to stay in "The Alice" because of his worldly girlfriend. This proved to be rather a challenge, as he had many bad influences on him, and was up to all kinds of stuff that I didn't even know about for some time. I felt I was making slow but steady progress with him, but apparently not fast enough to suit the BoE.. they hauled him up on charges of some kind (smoking, I think) and proceeded to give him a good dressing-down besides some public humiliation in front of the entire congo. Things spiralled down from there, the bad treatment continued, and I began to see that they were much less concerned about lovingly trying to help a lost sheep than they were about driving him out where the wolves could have him. He stopped attending meetings.
This injustice troubled me greatly, and I skipped a few meetings to try to sort out for once and for all how I felt about things. I came to the conclusion that I was being hypocritical by advocating to others a way of life that I no longer believed in. I stopped attending altogether. A few weeks later 2 elders came to see me. I told them that I was no longer interested in being a jw, and that they could consider me to have disassociated myself.
A few weeks later I got notice that they would be making the announcement, so, being the bloody-minded kind of guy I am, of course I decided to attend that particular meeting. <insert evil-grin emoticon>
From the moment I stepped into the hall it was obvious that the announcement would be coming as no surprise to most people there.. I took a kind of perverse pleasure in the flinching and avoidance I saw all around me. I seated myself in the very front row. The meeting dragged on, I made sure to look up every scripture quoted, and sang every song. Finally the announcement was made. I was not DA'd.. I had been DF'd! I stood, making sure to hide my surprise, kept my head held high, and strode out past the lot of them..
I have never set foot in a kh, or read a WT$ publication since that day.
The years that followed were not easy, but I was something of a loner by nature anyway, my family were all thousands of km's away, and I found better friends amongst the friends of the young man I'd tried to help.. of course, that led down a path of going wild (in a mild kind of way, hey the 'inculcation' runs deep) that eventually led to me spending 4 months in jail, and a couple of bouts of depression, but it also led to a search for meaning, values and spirituality that felt right for me. One thing the jw's had done well, they'd shown me the other mainstream religions out there were all fundamentally flawed too, so at least that eliminated a whole bunch of beliefs I didn't need to explore.
It took roughly 15 years before I reached a point in my life where I felt truly comfortable with who I am, but every day of my 26 years out of the bOrg has been better than being 'in'. Nothing compares with the freedom to think, feel and act as you believe.
JustAnotherFuckin'Observer (JAFO)