I was raised in the truth - but I raised MYSELF in it. I was introduced to the witnesses by my adult sister (who was later DF'd), but I began studying at 8 - neither my mom or dad (divorced) were witnesses, and my father only offered mild resistance to it. My mother was so distraught over their breakup, that I think she welcomed the idea that I was getting involved in something that occupied so much time. (Plus how much harm is there in studying the bible, right?) Actually, I gloried in the fact that there was an adult paying so much attention to me at the time. Since the sister studying with me wasn't my mother, she couldn't impose things on me, she offered me choices, but of course encouraged me to do things the society's way. I got baptized at 13 - in 1976.
While I feel the fool for being duped, I can't have any anger towards my family, because I self-imposed the restrictions. I never had my parents telling the teacher "she can't participate" - I did it myself. I told them, "no thank you - I don't eat birthday cake." "Thank you for the invitation, but I don't go to birthday parties, celebrate christmas, etc."
The regrets I have are regrets of things that I gave up. But it is what it is. Interestingly though, I feel like this doesn't qualify me for either of the two listed categories. I wasn't really raised in the truth (i.e. there was nobody MAKING me go out in service, study, etc.), although I was there from childhood. And I was also looked at as a second-class witness, because I didn't have any family in the congregation either. When guest lists were being drawn up, not many remembered me. I constantly slipped through the cracks. I remember complaining about this to an elder when I was @ 16. He said he and his wife had always "meant to have me over." My response was, "and in four years you haven't managed to issue an invitation yet." Funny thing, they never did have me over.
Ohh well, that's the past - I'm free now!