When I graduated from high school, I went to college for two years. I became inactive. The JW thing was always at the back of my mind, so I did not enjoy the experience as I should have. I got letters from JW friends in my old congregation, and they were not condemnatory or judgmental. Sometimes I would get visits from people at the local congregation, and they were actually nice. Once in a while, one of them would pick me up and take me to a meeting. I was very lucky because my family were not JW's, so I didn't have to deal with fighting them.
In 1977, the year my daughter started kindergarten, I took two courses a semester for about 3 semesters. I had obtained permission(!) from my elder husband only after I had gone into a deep, catatonic depression. He told me I could go back to school if I got over the "I don't care thing." He warned me that it had not better cost him a dime.
Members of my non-JW family paid my tuition. I felt hopeful again. 1975 was gone, and I had a talk with myself about the possibility that I might actually have to live in this "system" into old age, and I needed knowledge and job skills.
Then I had to take a physical for school. My elder husband woke me up at 5:00 AM to remind me that the physical would cost money, and I had promised it wouldn't cost him a dime. I went to the doctor, who told me I had fibroid tumors and gave me two prescriptions. I threw the prescriptions in the trash in order not to spend any more money.
I enjoyed my classes and made excellent grades. This did not convince my husband that it was a good thing for me to be taking the classes.
I was continuing meetings and service, but it was more and more difficult every day. An elder asked me what classes I was taking. When I told him, he said, "You can teach English in the New Order," and gave me a smirky smile.
Nobody else had much to say, but I know they were uncomfortable with me by their attitude when they talked to me.
There were other non-college related issues that made me realize that I had to get away to preserve my sanity. So I moved to the other end of the country where I had a cousin who took me in. I was still a true believer for about two more years. As far as I know, I was never DF'd.
Anyway, since then, life has been much better because I've been free.