1. First, the people. It increasingly bothered me that people were putting so many of the decisions in their life in the hands of "the brothers" and declaring that they would support the decisions of "the brothers" come what may. Over time it rankled me that I couldn't buy Lotto tickets, our kids couldn't celebrate birthdays ... they weren't even my decisions to make.It bothered me that so many in the congregation were nasty, small-minded, gossiping and overwhelmingly judgmental.
2. When I spent two or three days staying with relatives at Bethel, it horrified me how Bethelites seemed both lobotomised and smug; how their lives were dictated by endless arbitrary rules, many of them designed to humiliate Bethel members, and the appalling implication that THIS was how they imagined life would be like in the new system, run by small-minded, petty and egotistical men like THAT.
3. I became increasingly angered by the time wasted at conventions and assemblies I loathed because of the same dreary material trying to make me feel guilty for not doing enough, the same fake experiences and demos that didn't relate to real life at all and the whipped up "excitement" at anything some visitor from Bethel said about what "the brothers" were doing anywherein the world. I realised that few JWs actually enjoy conventions ... they go because they feel obliged to and know that if they miss it there'll be whispering about them.
4. The UN debacle piqued by curiousity about what else "the brothers" were up to they weren't telling us about, and it was after that that I began furtively reading bits of Crisis of Conscience on the internet. That allowed me to see at last how the GB were just men, and arrogant, manipulating and deceitful ones at that.
5. It was only after a good friend told us she was leaving the org (she told us she couldn't use the term "the truth" any more because she decided it wasn't ...) that it provided the realisation for my wife and I that we actually had the option of simply ceasing attendance. We wish, wish, wish we'd bloody well done it a long time ago. Thank God for Raymond Franz and the internet.