At my last job the technician who worked in our group just casually dropped in conversation, months into knowing him, “Yeah, I used to be in a cult.”
I had so many questions. He acted like it was just a funny story from his past, but he lived in the Alaskan wilderness for years. He only left a few weeks before we met. He got married and had a child, and his family stayed behind because his wife was in love with the cult leader.
I asked “Why would you ever?” and he said that they made some good points about the nature of our reality. And I’m thinking “Dude, you still believe in the cult? You seemed so normal!”
I guess it happens to real people, too.
