I was brought up as roman catholic in a christian brothers college. I always had problems. Now we are talking 40 plus years ago when I was at junior and high school

But I couldn't understand the belief system. I was very unsure of this concept of Faith. I would ask questions in Bible and religious study classes and get no answer. OK they were naive questions, but? Why was the devil cast out from Heaven? It interested me and it may have been provocative, although as the child I was it was not meant to be. I remember being called stupid and strapped (corporal punishment). When we got to the bit about the crucifixion I was upset, why were the criminals crucified? Should we help people in prison because god (I had problems distinguishing God and Jesus) saved them. Another strapping.
My Dad was a wonderful man. A true Christian in every sense of the word. A charitable and noble person who loved humanity and tried at any opportunity to help people. He was a marvellous father figure, I just wasn't a boy. He doted on my sisters and was a loving father to them, but they got a different love to me. I was his son, I failed.
A confused, nervous terrified Cindy was found by her parents at 13 yrs old wearing by older sisters clothes, (who knew BTW). I could see the disappointment run through his face. I explained in my confused way that I was a girl. 'You have committed a sin, you need to go to confession tomorrow' I gave up religion on the spot, I never went to confession. I've never quite understood but it was a defining moment. When I was raped it was also a defining moment. Both times I really needed to believe in something to help me out of these incredible events. The only person who was available was I.
Hope this fits into the thread, Maddie if it doesn't tell me and I will delete.
Cindy