How did you feel to have been "privileged to have been born into the only true faith - The Truth"?
I was not born in but my mother chose the religion when I was 3. We moved countries and my mother began studying again when some knocked on our door. From then on these were our only friends. Our house was always full of people. My mother, a beautician, had many many "friends" who needed to be beautified regularly for the meetings etc. and of course they all wanted mates rates.
Did this make you feel confident, or proud - or perhaps arrogant?
I never gave any thought to being in the one true faith. I didnt know any different and life was what it was. I believed the things my mother believed because adults know more than kids right? I didnt have any friends in the truth and was always overlooked for social gatherings and friendships. I was socially awkward. Could this have been because we were foreigners? I dont know.
How did you reconcile the fact that 99% of the earth's population was not born "into the Truth"?
I never believed that if god loved everyone so much that this would be true and if I ever brought it up with my mother she would say that Jehovah reads hearts and he will do the just thing.
As a child, did you ever question these things?
Admittedly I never questioned anything. I suffered through life as an outcast both in the congregation and outside the congregation. I hated witnessing and it would give me anxiety attacks but we went because we had to. I hated the meetings because people would go out of their way to ignore me or very obviously talk about me. In my late teens, early twenties I found a friend who was also gossiped about in the congregations. She was an uber spiritual person and this caused her problems. She is now no longer in "the truth" and wants nothing more to do with religion.
I plodded along going with the motions until very recently. Then I started thinking "Jehovah chose my mum, not me." Now I have the questions.
I am just glad that the questions are coming now while my children are young. In our congregation, a few years ago, a young boy of 7 or 8 decided to start a study with my son who is the same age. He decided that every Sunday after the meeting he would study the bible with my son. No offer of friendship, invites to come over and play, just a bible study so that he can count time and become an unbaptized publisher. I think that was the beginning of the end for me. I wasn't going to allow my children to live the life that I have lived.