Today’s prompt is: A little about your beliefs, faith, lack thereof, or why you don’t want to talk about it (please, no attacks on other’s beliefs).
I was brought up in a pretty strict Catholic household. Every Sunday at 6.30am my mother would rouse us from our beds, and we’d be getting ready for the 7am Mass.
I attended Catholic schools, and in my world, at that time the priests were God’s representatives, and we dare not ever question them.
It wasn’t until after school that I began to read about the church and the goings on within it.
I came to realise that religion was a means of controlling people. The Church’s attitude to women is shamefully disgraceful and the obscenity of child sexual abuse has deeply troubled my sense of belief, especially so when a priest I was friends with was convicted of abuse.