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I think some are confusing guilt with fear.
I’m a cradle Catholic and I agree with RobHom. Most of the guilt I’ve felt in my life was taught me by my mother laying a guilt trip on me. For example, if I didn’t eat all the food on my plate she’d say, “think of all the starving children in China”. My mom thought I was being ungrateful for the food we had on our table, which was probably true. If I complained about having to walk 4 or 5 blocks to school I’d get the story of how she walked 10 miles to school and back, in the snow, with holes in her shoes. It seemed it was always geared towards teaching me to be more grateful for the things I have, and it worked.
Mom also had pictures of the Holy Family, the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Sacred Heart of Jesus all over the house. So that at any time I had done something wrong there was always these images looking down on me.
Probably the most vivid “guilt trip” memory I have (that actually is something I look back on with humor) was when mom decided one year to put a straw in Jesus’ cradle for every good deed we did, and remove a straw for every bad deed. Well…come Christmas morning poor little baby Jesus had only a few sparse pieces of straw in His manger. Mom never did that again.
When I was growing up the schools also had corporal punishment. At Catholic school that meant a wooden paddle about 12" long and about 2" thick with holes in it.
Our culture was entirely different in those days than it is today. No doubt there are going to be things that the nuns did differently in those days, probably the same things that were done to them in their childhood.
For the most part, I look back on my upbringing with the fondest of memories, guilt and all.
I’m a cradle Catholic and I agree with RobHom. Most of the guilt I’ve felt in my life was taught me by my mother laying a guilt trip on me. For example, if I didn’t eat all the food on my plate she’d say, “think of all the starving children in China”. My mom thought I was being ungrateful for the food we had on our table, which was probably true. If I complained about having to walk 4 or 5 blocks to school I’d get the story of how she walked 10 miles to school and back, in the snow, with holes in her shoes. It seemed it was always geared towards teaching me to be more grateful for the things I have, and it worked.
Mom also had pictures of the Holy Family, the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Sacred Heart of Jesus all over the house. So that at any time I had done something wrong there was always these images looking down on me.
Probably the most vivid “guilt trip” memory I have (that actually is something I look back on with humor) was when mom decided one year to put a straw in Jesus’ cradle for every good deed we did, and remove a straw for every bad deed. Well…come Christmas morning poor little baby Jesus had only a few sparse pieces of straw in His manger. Mom never did that again.
When I was growing up the schools also had corporal punishment. At Catholic school that meant a wooden paddle about 12" long and about 2" thick with holes in it.
Our culture was entirely different in those days than it is today. No doubt there are going to be things that the nuns did differently in those days, probably the same things that were done to them in their childhood.
For the most part, I look back on my upbringing with the fondest of memories, guilt and all.