(December 13, 2014 at 7:42 pm)StealthySkeptic Wrote: Before I became an atheist, I was pretty deep into Catholicism for most of my childhood. My parents weren't all that into it, and neither was my sister. But I had a priest who was pretty heavy into the fire and brimstone stuff (even though my parents were uncomfortable with it, all their friends were there). That inspired me to take Communion, CCD, etc. very seriously, and to read the Bible very in depth in order to squash my little kid questions like, "If Mary's the Mother of God, who's the father?" and "WHY ARE WE CANNIBALIZING JESUS?!?!" and "Why can't I drink the blood of Christ?" Plus, I had a disability, so as I grew up and had social difficulties I constantly questioned why God would make broken like this, and wishing that if I was to go to hell for my sins, he would do it already. So yeah, I know how it feels to hate yourself.
High five, fellow disabled person
"I was thirsty for everything, but blood wasn't my style" - Live, "Voodoo Lady"
