u/priorsheepherder

When I was at my most devout and faithful I would never have told anyone that I hated doing these things:

1. Confession: this is for obvious reasons

2. No meat on Fridays during Lent/it being a mortal sin -- this never not once ever made any sort of sense to me

3. Veneration of the Cross during Good Friday -- bless my heart I always thought it seemed like idolatry

4. Crowning Mary as Queen of May (is this just a Catholic school thing? again: it felt like idolatry)

5. Praying to the saints-- I never had a real devotion to any of them to tell the truth

6. Birth control being sinful: Look, I just never wanted 7+ kids. You could never have convinced me that that would be something I wanted

7. Women submitting to their husbands: need I say more?

Feel free to add to the list I'm sure there are more y'all can think of

For me the shortest was 3 days and the longest was 3 months. I avoided talking to others about Confession, but I was told by some that going more than a month between confessing was too long. Satisfy my curiosity if you will, because I for sure struggled with scrupulosity when I was at my most devout.

Such a relief, that I don't have to worry about that any more. Living without a daily examination of conscience is a huge weight off my shoulders.

IDK if it's just because it's a Sunday but I feel like I am grieving the Eucharist. It meant so much to me when I was faithful and maybe I'm just at a weird part of my deconstruction right now but I just miss it.

My Eucharistic piety definitely bordered on the scrupulous so I definitely don't miss the anxiety and the worrying about mortal sin every time I went up to receive. But ugh.

It was such a spiritual high.