I doubt your daughters would have turned out the way they are if you were not a strong woman. You have a spine. Feel around for it!
Have a look at the dalai lama's website. since he stepped down as leader of the tibetan people he has taken a more ethical (as opposed to religious) position in regard to compassion and values. I think it is an interesting and thought provoking way of gradually overcoming catholic guilt and insecurity. Casting off a lifetime of religeous domination and mind control can leave one feeling a little insecure (the 'God hole'), but it will fill up with other more worthy and humane principles and thoughts eventually.
Lying to children is outright child abuse. I don't harbor any ill feelings towards my parents, because they were brainwashed, just as I was. Being gay made it worse, because I was concerned that I was, in fact, an abomination. Fun times! I think the one thing that saved me from the subservient mind set that the other gals have mentioned was my atheist grandmother. My grandfather was a sailor and she ran the house, so my father grew up with a very strong mother figure and he wanted me to be like her. Except not the atheist part:)
I have worked over the past several years to peel back the puritanical layers that shaped my world view, and I think I am doing pretty well, but in my opinion, it is unjust that I had to work to get to this point at all. So, yes, harm was done.
If any male thinks repeatedly sticking their tallywhacker into another man's anus/sh_t expunger isn't sick and an abomination, then they must be insane or very sick of mind and it doesn't need any religion to tell you that, blind Freddy could, just as easily!
What chu tawkin' bout Willis?
I don't know how this applies to me, since I am a woman. That being said, man on man sex is totally hot.
Maybe I do participate in anal. I'm really good with an electroejac. And I get paid well for it:)
Although I was raised in a Christian(at least some of the time) home, it really wasn't as negative for me as for some. If I went to church, it was my own decision. My mother didn't force me to go, like she did later on with my younger sisters.
I was basically a good person, with a strong moral compass, so I never bought into the going to hell bit. I also never had the earth shattering conversion experience that most people I went to church with had. I guess that was one of the first times I questioned the whole born again thing. I didn't feel like I changed, or even needed to. I guess that was the beginnings of the doubts that persisted for years for me.