No, I’ve never been baptized. My parents are cradle Catholics who had some bad experiences with Catholics, and they distanced themselves from Catholicism altogether. My grandparents actually wanted me to be baptized, but my parents opposed, saying that I should freely decide what religion I would be. My parents also didn’t want me to go through the troubles they have experienced with Catholics. The rest of the family were all Catholics (except for one cousin my age; but his family wasn’t in close contact with the rest of the family). I went to a public school, and all the children of my age there were Catholics; except for one, but he was at least baptized (in disputes, he was counted to the Catholics).
On a few occasions, religious tensions broke out at school over my not being baptized. It was strange. I was excluded and faulty in some profound way that I didn’t understand, but I did understand it was about something grave.
Looking back, the situation with the rest of the family was sometimes really bizarre. Like when on church holidays when I was staying at my grandmother’s, they didn’t know what to do with me, whether to take me to church with them or not.
Once for St. Nicholas, my cousin taught me to pray the Lord’s Prayer, saying that if I will show that I can pray it, I will get a present. I still remember how we stood in the middle of the living room and recited the prayer, and then my cousin got a present, and I didn’t. And the adults (grandmother, aunt, and uncle) looked at me with incredulity and ridicule.
Things like that. No serious physical or psychological abuse. But consistently such little things, and a threat over my head that I didn’t understand, but felt deeply.