I know EXACTLY what you mean. I still find myself at times starting to think about something from a JW point of view and I have to correct myself. And sometimes I do have to remind myself that fornicating *GASP* is NOT wrong. Along with many other things that we were forced to supress all for the sake of a farse. My family unfortunately was very abusive which added an un-needed layer to my relationship with my parents. I am an only child and they are my only non-abusive family (though they have their issues as well, never abuse). They have told me countless times over the years that my view of the organization is skewed as a result of my grandfathers abuse and his ability to get away it, and that if I simply realized and accepted that that my view would change and I would see the organization for the imperfect yet beautiful thing that it is. *GAG*
While my grandfather certainly didn't help matters with his chronic and violent pedophilia, he is not the reason why I am not a part of the WTBS. Just as they would all feel personally and morally wrong for ever leaving, I would feel disgusted with myself and intensely wrong to be a part of that dispicable institution of lies and control. I also can't tell you how lovely it feels to have your own parents essentially trivialize your issues with religion and abuse, two large, complex and SEPERATE topics, into one simple answer that apparently I'm just too stubborn to see.
Now, 7 years later (I celebrate the anniversary of my DF-ing every year), an only child with parents who have cut me off from contact, I have a chosen family of friends, a live-in girlfriend with whom I talk about marriage and children and most of all a sense of self, intelligence and an interest in life and the world I never could've fathomed inside the organization.
Sometimes I think that if earnest JW's could simply put their judgements aside for just a few minutes and truly listen to the stories of how much better people feel, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually after leaving the organization that somehow their hearts would be touched. But then I snap out of it and realize in order to do that they would need to think and feel for themselves, instead of being sheep in a massive herd unknowingly controlled by wolves.