Yes me. I pioneered for ten years with a two year illness break in between. When I finally stopped I was twenty-eight. Then we contemplated moving to Scotland because we knew something was terribly wrong in our congregation. Two years later having only moved about ten miles down the road we found out the problem with the religion wasn't a local thing after all!
By this time I was thirty. Then we had to get out of the poverty the cult had left us in. Twenty-five years pioneering between my husband and myself. How stupid were we? That took time. Studying, a succession of horrible jobs, still living in a grotty rented apartment. Finally at thirty-six, still only half way through a distance learning degree I realised I was running out of time, biologically.
So we had a baby girl a few weeks before I was 37. A most precious child. I love her to bits and she's all I have left of her dad now. Can't wait to see her at Christmas. So glad I didn't let that cult rob me of a child too.