Times have certainly changed! When I first became involved with the witnesses back in 1957 they were a very hot topic in the MidWest. Once it became known at school that I was involved several of my teachers tried to warn me; my Chemistry teacher, my Latin Teacher, my Biology teacher and my Principal. Additionally my two uncles who were WW2 Navy veterans tried to warn me as well as their parents, my Grandpa and Grandma. The witnesses were greatly despised because of their pacifist beliefs, their strange Christian beliefs and of course, their cult behaviors. My Pastor at our rural Evangelical United Brethren church talked with me several times very lovingly to warn me as well but it was all for naught. I was very much basking in that initial state of "spell" which we all experienced, so none of their cautions or arguments phased me at all.
My Father was especially angry and fortunately, now that I am able to see more clearly, forced me to stop attending meetings (although I did manage to attend most by stealth) and to continue in my high school athletics. I wanted to drop out of the Varsity Football team in my senior year but my Dad would have none of that. The coaches informed our local newspaper sports reporter of my "decision" and it was included in an article about our new high school athletics program and first ever Senior Football team. So I stayed with the team and even participated in Track the following spring, talking my witness friend into coming out for Track as well since the scheduled meets didn't conflict with any meetings at the hall. I don't believe he told his parents as he had his own car and was very independent so his devout family trusted him greatly.
By this time I was already baptized (back then they were generic Christian baptisms) and a "brother." A year later I was in the Navy and moving out of their World. The cautions and warnings began to take effect and I knew the best option was to get far away from them for several years.
As I read others experiences here and at the various XJw sites it seems I was one of the very few "lucky" ones who escaped before becoming the typical borg robot. Needless to say, I'm very, very grateful that so many of my respected adult "role models" devoted so much effort to waking me up. While I pretty much disregarded their warnings, they did plant seeds very successfully.