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ameliepoir
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I’m a young woman - raised Baptist, in RCIA, will be confirmed this Saturday. I went to my first confession today. I was really nervous and embarrassed at the prospect of spilling all my sins to a priest. I read a lot online to prepare, and was comforted by other people saying how confession felt like a relief for them. So I thought it might be like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
I wrote down all my sins and also the format (we didn’t go over it at all in RCIA) on a sheet of paper and brought this into the confessional. Reading them was even more embarrassing than I was expecting. I felt like my voice was so loud (well, it kind of was… halfway through the priest whispered “not so loud”) and that the confessional box was spinning and shrinking. I got through most of my sins before the priest spoke up and asked a few questions about me. Then he told me to read the act of contrition, which I wasn’t prepared for. I didn’t know it, but luckily there was a card in the confessional. A few lines in, I just started crying uncontrollably. I was pathetic, and I still feel that way.
I left the confessional feeling so small and vulnerable. I cried for another hour, and then again when I got home and took a shower. I’m crying again as I type.
I’m so worried about when I have to go back. I need to feel the love of Jesus again. Through this entire RCIA process, I’ve felt like my pride is being torn down. Partly this is because I used to be so combative when I would have arguments with Catholic friends about Christianity. From standing in front of the church during rites and scrutinies to even answering small questions about my confirmation journey, I’ve always felt a small pang of shame. This had its full, terrible culmination for me today in the confessional. I don’t feel comfortable talking to any of my friends or family about this, so I would appreciate your prayers and any words of comfort or advice you have for me going forward.
I wrote down all my sins and also the format (we didn’t go over it at all in RCIA) on a sheet of paper and brought this into the confessional. Reading them was even more embarrassing than I was expecting. I felt like my voice was so loud (well, it kind of was… halfway through the priest whispered “not so loud”) and that the confessional box was spinning and shrinking. I got through most of my sins before the priest spoke up and asked a few questions about me. Then he told me to read the act of contrition, which I wasn’t prepared for. I didn’t know it, but luckily there was a card in the confessional. A few lines in, I just started crying uncontrollably. I was pathetic, and I still feel that way.
I left the confessional feeling so small and vulnerable. I cried for another hour, and then again when I got home and took a shower. I’m crying again as I type.