Leaving Scientology is not very easy. It’s like leaving the CIA. Scientology apparently has secrets it doesn’t want anyone to know about. Suddenly, when Scientology is concerned about secrets (and refunds), it’s a business that sells products. The rest of the time, it’s a sacred holy Church. And you’d better not say it’s a business with product, because then they’ll sue—not like they won’t sue for thinking about Scientology in the presence of others. Oh, and your old friends and family in the church will shun you—of "their own free will" of course.
Listen to the even, calm and collected Scientologists, and the hysterical non-scientologist. until someone mentions the Fucking Insane, Bipolar, Needs-anti-psychotic-drugs-badly COB, the Chokes-His-"Fellow-Parishoners"-More-than-Homer-Chokes-Bart himself, David Miscavige. Calm down. Larry! (Don’t you love it when someone tells you to "calm down," when you yourself feel pretty calm? A sure way to light a fire, and most likely in a Tech somewhere.)