Growing up catholic meant spending years trying to discern what qualified as a “sin” so you had something to tell the priest during confession. “Forgive me father for I have sinned; I lied to my mom, and I stole cookies from the cookie jar” - wtaf?!? #easter

@Phreba we’d say “I had impure thoughts and did impure things.” during CCD confirmation classes. Meanwhile, this was 8th grade!

Oddly, this is also where I learned about glory holes and all kinds of craziness from our parish priest. And if you’re wondering, yes, he was on Shapiro’s list of sexual abusers released in PA a few years ago. Cults come in all shapes.

@bethbjammin @Phreba My first priest collapsed and died during midnight mass when I was 9 (he was drunk). A few years later, I was smoking in the woods when I saw his replacement leaving the secretary's tent during a youth camp trip. Mom told me to stop telling lies. He is now married and works as a gardener in St. Louis. #recoveringcatholic #easter