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The short version of this long story is that I was baptized Catholic as an infant but my parents stopped attending a Catholic church before I took my first communion. We went to an Episcopal church for a time where I took communion, but then we didn’t attend church at all for about 8 years. By this time, I was in high school and my parents decided to go back to the Catholic church and I was the only child who went with them. My father, correctly or incorrectly, reasoned that I was under no obligation to go through any formal first communion rite of passage and so I didn’t (I was 16, I didn’t want to have to take classes so it sounded good at the time).
Then things started to snowball as things are frequently want to do. No formal first communion means when you register for a parish and they ask for the date of your first communion, you don’t have one, so I’ve avoided registering rather than admit I have no earthly idea when my first communion was. It also means no formal first reconciliation. So now I’ve avoided going to confession because I have no earthly idea what I’m doing having never actually gone to confession. And the longer this goes on, the more I feel like I’m compounding the problem. I feel like the person who ignores a toothache for fear that the dentist is going to yell at you for getting a cavity and then lets the tooth get abscessed over an irrational fear of being yelled at by a dentist.
So I’ve settled on an anonymous forum to start because that seems less scary than being yelled at by the proverbial dentist. What do I do at this point?
Then things started to snowball as things are frequently want to do. No formal first communion means when you register for a parish and they ask for the date of your first communion, you don’t have one, so I’ve avoided registering rather than admit I have no earthly idea when my first communion was. It also means no formal first reconciliation. So now I’ve avoided going to confession because I have no earthly idea what I’m doing having never actually gone to confession. And the longer this goes on, the more I feel like I’m compounding the problem. I feel like the person who ignores a toothache for fear that the dentist is going to yell at you for getting a cavity and then lets the tooth get abscessed over an irrational fear of being yelled at by a dentist.
So I’ve settled on an anonymous forum to start because that seems less scary than being yelled at by the proverbial dentist. What do I do at this point?