Like you, I became very irregular. I didn't show up for my MS assignments in the last six months and didn't go in service or to any assemblies. This wasn't all that difficult, except that my father was finally showing interest and he couldn't understand why I was no active anymore. I never was the type of person that could lie, and so I just made one excuse after another. Mom caught on, but kept quiet for awhile. But, then her nature is to control, and so she couldn't help herself by messing in my personal life. Dear old dad just didn't show much interest in me at all, ever, so I didn't expect any big turnaround. Anyway, he studied and got baptised just to please my mother as their marriage had hit really rocky ground. None of it lasted long.
I had already learned what df'g was all about, as it happened to me in 1968, for commiting fornication ONE time. I confessed and pleaded for help, but they showed no mercy. I was to be an example for all the other teenagers and young adults. That's another story.
When I went back, it was only because I'd married and had a child, and wanted my child to have a relationship with family and friends I'd known since I was thirteen. I had so many doubts, but just did what I thought was best at the time. I stayed in for another ten years and then just couldn't do it anymore. I didn't believe it. I felt like I was living a lie and I didn't know who I was anymore. I was frightened of "the world", but just decided to "get off the merry-go-round".
When I made the decision, there was no hiding it from my mother, who took it upon herself to DA me. She spread the word and it went like wildfire. Suddenly, even though I had not been disciplined nor df'd nor DA'd in any of the normal processes that go on.(Anyway, they had no grounds, except that I had confessed to mom that I couldn't believe it anymore.) I got no shepherding calls during the long years when my husband abused me and I had very difficult times. They gave me no warm brotherly love, and for that fact, only a few sisters got close to me after I began missing meetings. They were afraid, I suppose.
Anyway, I guess if you can just slide away and not have to deal with the stigma of being labeled, I congratulate you. I just figure that sooner or later, the ones you are close to, will understand what your irregularity really means. If they keep quiet, fine. But, usually, there is just one who can't, and it is that one who brings it all down. Personally, I just wanted to get it all over with and get on with my life. They had already messed up my own family so much, and we were dysfunctional to begin with.
I wish you the best. Take care of yourself. We can help here. Stop by whenever you like.
Love and Light,
Sentinel/Karen