I remember a few loonies over the years, that were studies of my parents too. A lot of them were just weird people, with odd circumstances. There were many drug users, many "loners" looking for friendships, and some that were "concerned" with the human plight, but were just odd balls.
A lot of times, i would have to deal with these studies children, as i was dragged along to these studies by my parents. Btw, i am not going to make this about how shitty my parents as JW's were for doing this, because i love my parents and have no resentment for what they did, out of love for others, in the past. I am DF'd for almost 20 years and they are BOTH in my life, and talk to me like nothing ever happened. My parents are the old school, who are still in the Borg, but see the hypocrisy and are very much on the fringe and done with the WTS BS, its just they still "love" Jehovah, and i wont judge them, like they NEVER judged me.
Anyway, back to the crazy studies, like i said, i was usually stuck with these crazy peoples, crazy kids. I was a mild tempered, low key kid. Never played rough with my toys, and shit like that. Well to me, these kids were "nuts", lol. I would have to endure being forced to wrestle for my 8 year old life in their rooms, and they were in shorts and a T-shirt, while i had a dress shirt,pants, and tie on, lol. Toys would be "whipped" at my head, markers drawn on my arms, books slammed on my head, lol. To my 8 year old mind, the homes and kids were sceavy, and dirty, and my breath would have to be held.
I remember one house where the kids, who were like 3 and 5 years old, would literally beat up, there almost invalid 80 year old grandfather, and he would have like black eyes and bruises. One study, the husband and wife, must have gotten into domestic violence, during the week, and everytime we would go for the study the HUSBAND would have a new black eye. I remember a 4 year old kid "licking" my mothers arm, while she is "studying" with the kids mother. The study would be like, "OH its ok, he is just playing puppy dog, and wants to lick you", GROSS.
I remember a study that was obssessed with my father. He would call him non-stop, my father would have to go to his house or parked car, and "save" him from a nervous breakdown. He was like suicidal and shit, and would always bug my father in his weekly schemes. My father would find him broken into my Dads car, and just sitting there for hours, before my Father found him. He would say, "I am sorry, i know i shouldnt be here, and have broken into your car, but i missed you, or i need to talk to you".
Crazy stuff folks. I am sure i have more stories, i will think about it. Who knows, maybe i will ask my Dad next time i see him. He prob remembers more than me.