Raised somewhat Catholic. Got a choice at 12. Gave up on the Roman Catholic Church then. So true about that church turning out more atheist.
I had one very dark fear that the church tormented me with as a kid. Back then at the Catholic school I went to, it was considered a mortal sin to touch the host. Only a priest could touch it. When I was 7, I got sick on the date of my first communion, so I had to have it by myself the following week.
I was still not fully recovered when I went to get my first communion. When the priest put the wafer on my tongue, I could feel a sickness in my stomach.
As I walked back to my seat, I started gagging. My body wasn't having any of that bad tasting little dry waffer. So, I put my hands up to my face to keep the wafer from falling on the floor, which also was a sin. And I touched the host.
It stayed in my mouth after that. It slowly dissolved on the roof my mouth throughout the rest of the service.
But I had touched that little bad tasting wafer and for years I thought I would die because I touched it.
Then a rolly polly I was keeping as a pet in a jar with bread died because of the mold on the bread. I thought that was how I would die. I spent years avoiding molds on my food, mushrooms and cheese were my biggest problems.
In the back of my mind, I knew I would end up in hell forever for keeping that dry waffer from hitting the floor. Or God would kill me with mold.
Then suddenly the Church decided it was fine to touch the host. But I had stopped believing any of their nonsense by then and was eating mushrooms and cheese happily.