I grew up in the 1960s and the primary focus of every meeting was discussing how the tribulation was going to be worse than what happened to the witnesses in concentration camps. They loved to go over every detail of rape, starvation, beatings and etc. I remember my mother reading a watchtower article how that the brother did not feel the punches or whips - it was jehovah's way of protecting the faithful brother. It really scared me to think that I would not have enough faith for jehovah to protect me from the beatings and I would feel the punches. I wanted to be faithful, but did not want to die. Because as we all know, if you die you will not be able to get married in the resurrection.
So, yes, I was a little boy that was fuc*ing scared about my fate. Pardon the language, but you bring up a piece of my life that as I reflect as an adult I get very angry. As far as I a concerned, this was child abuse.