LongHairGal,
At 19/20 years old and losing my religion, I was working for a jw brother who identified as one of the anointed.
We had a mutual "anointed" friend.
Both these men were older than my father and they were the type of folk I liked associating with. The older of the two was not my employer and old enough to be my great grandfather, he was distressed by the watchtower's emphasis on hours spent preaching rather than looking after or tending to the flock, the orphan and the widow.
They would speak openly and with integrity to truth as they saw it, regardless of watchtower interpretation.
We would read the daily text together during meal breaks, discussing and debating how it applied to us personally, to the local congregation and to the brotherhood internationally.
When I decided I no longer wished to attend the meetings I was open and candid with my employer, I did not fear the consequences, but it was complicated and upsetting.
A few months after I stopped going to the meetings, my employer stopped going also.
I hope that gives you some insight into my experience 28 years ago.
Losing my religion was a song that played often on the radio the year I was departing.