1. The fossil record-as my daughter says when Grandma (who is still "faithful") talks about the 7000 year old earth, "They've got the rocks!!!"
2. The attempt to control what I read/saw/learned about. I was a VERY good Witness girl except where it came to reading. I got in a bit of trouble from time to time about reading science fiction. I remember an elder telling me that I shouldn't have _I, Robot_ in my room because it didn't reflect the future that WE knew was coming. I even remember a talk in the Service Meeting once about how we should not watch Star Trek or go to see Star Wars...not because of immoral content or violence but because...why-I can't even remember!
I remember arguing with my Mom that "Truth" should stand up to evaluation. I still believe that.
3. When I went to college (1977-78), I was "marked". I had a very dear friend, we'd been like sisters, who stopped talking to me all together. Then I made some wonderful new friends at college (which is probably what they were afraid of) who seemed to accept me pretty much unconditionally. Coming from the Witness tradition, this was new to me. I kept thinking of the scripture, "By this you will know them, that they love one another." I thought that if love was the real criteria, the Witnesses weren't it.
I said at the time that they'd change their tune here when they realized that they got better contributions from publishers who made more money. It makes me chuckle now when my Mom talks about different Witness kids who are in college.
4. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. I got tired of being harrangued from the podium about how we should NOT question the elders since they were directly anointed and influenced by the Holy Spirit. When some slip-up became public, we'd get talks about how the elders where human and could make mistakes. Seemed like it was not real logical for them to try to have it both ways.
5. Like I posted on another thread, the last straw was when I saw a show about these horrible orphanages in the former Soviet Union. Children were living in misery with no loving care, little food, no hygiene or medical care. I remember thinking that if a human had the power to change the lives of these innocents and refused to do so I would consider him/her to be a monster. Yet I was supposed to accept that it was OK for an almighty and all powerful god to let these babies suffer so he could win a cosmic bet with Satan.