I notice there are lots of rapture bumper stickers. Protestants stick to this doctrine as devoutly as they believe in Christ himself. It is a 'get out of end times and all your problems' card you get to flash eventually. Truthfully, it brings comfort to many who have struggled against great adversity in their lives, people who had things done to them as children, those with disease, you can keep picturing people that would adamantly cling to this belief. They have already struggled so much just to survive against all odds, then to have to face all that was purported to happen during the end times (tribulation) Emotionally they could not bear the thought of going through those times, and if there were no need to then so much the better.
While I was still pondering the whole issue of the Theotokos and fasting, it came to my attention that there was no rapture. None of the things I was initially struggling with could I defend, the truth was right in front of my face. When my dh's godparent mentioned there was no theological support for the rapture I felt that tether snap. When I could not prove its existence, the rug was ripped out from under me. Being of relatively sound mind, I slowly began to see how long I had been misled into believing this and how deceptive the enemy can be. Scripture was used to support the rapture all along, but even that is vague and twisted to support their cause.
Gradually I stopped spinning in space, and came to rest within Orthodoxy. It might be particularly limited to the female experience in coming to the faith. Whereas men can rush headlong into Orthodoxy like running straight away into a cold ocean, women slowly test the waters and immerse themselves bit by bit. (About a year later I read this comparison from Frederica so I know it's probably not just me)
Depending on how indoctrinated you are into the protestant realm, the more upheaval it causes to be suddenly illuminated by the light of truth. The rapture, seen as a reward for your faithfulness, could therefore be a bit difficult to lose and probably more difficult still to admit you once believed in it. A matter of loss, and then a matter of "how could I have been so stupid!"
My mother is watching us, and has repeatedly asked me questions toward this topic, and I don't want to burst her bubble as harshly as mine was burst.
Her life has been great sorrow and pain, but the truth is the truth. Maybe my reaction was particularly female, but I did note a great deal of consternation on dh's part in other matters. This from two people who had been searching for a long time, so I can't imagine someone that isn't ready for illumination hearing this rather bubble bursting news.