I became aware of the witnesses while in high school. One of my classmates was a witness and was a pretty cool guy; he had a worldly girlfriend (a classmate), he had a car, he seemed really knowledgeable about the Bible and he was popular. He seemed very much like all of my other classmates who were Christian except that he was much more familiar with the Bible.
I expressed an interest in the religion and he sorta took me under his wing and introduced me to his family, invited me to visit the Kingdom Hall and provided transportation since I had no car and lived in a rural area. I was very positively impressed by the people in the congregation, the heavy use of the Bible in all discussions, talks and studies and also was comfortable with the young people in the congregation many of whom were my age and there were some really attractive young ladies there too.
I was "love-bombed" and fell under their "spell." Their very cleverly executed program of deception created the impression in my mind that they were exceptional Christians who took the Bible seriously.
At the same time, once my family discovered that I had joined them, they began to "oppose" what I had done and at every opportunity tried valiantly to "wake me up" to the possibility that the witnesses were a cult and weren't what they seemed. The pastor at the church I had previously attended met with me on several occasions to try to warn me, several of my schoolteachers also spoke with me numerous times to try to warn me, but I guess everyone here knows how that goes... It just stiffened my resolve to stay with the witnesses. At least for that time being.
Then I gradually began to notice things and slowly got the feeling that "something" was just not right. I began to have doubts and after about a year and a half just dropped out. The congregation by that time was well aware of the "opposition" I was experiencing so apparently they decided to let me be. I wasn't taking any chances though so joined the Navy to get away for a time to clear my head and decide what to do next.
My first impressions were very strong and very positive which set the "hook." After several months of association and meetings I began to realize that I didn't go along with many of their teachings. I was already baptized and considered to be a "witness" even though at that time (1957-1958) baptisms were much different than now and it was spontaneous at the assembly: no "candidacy" and no waiting - instant baptism in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
My escape was much easier by several orders of magnitude that what most here have suffered. Even then, it took many years to unravel the level of indoctrination from my quite brief association. It was only after I retired from the Navy and associated with the witnesses once again to more thoroughly explore their teachings and procedures that I acquired an in depth comprehension of their fear based control tactics and finally saw what their game was.
Freedom is very, very nice. I have the utmost respect for all who've managed to escape from The Cult in far more difficult circumstances than my own very painless experience. Looking back, I am very grateful for all who "opposed" my joining the witnesses by taking the time to warn me and to plant those wonderful seeds of doubt while encouraging me to find out who they really are. It took many years but I never forgot their concerns.