I felt controlled towards the end. Maybe because by then I was older than most of the elders and MSs and had run my own home and business but being female was supposed to be obedient to males still living with their Mummy. A 21 year old telling me what fabrics my girl's skirts could or could not to be made of peed me right off.
I had been out of full time work 6 months and was surviving on 2 part time jobs and money was getting tight. A job came up but it meant working every Sunday til 2pm. I took the job and was told by another "child," I was compromising my faith by not waiting for a job that didn't mean working on Sundays.
So glad I'm out