reader

Hi, Rara's post from today got me to thinking about our backrounds. It seemed to me like many of us come from Irish Catholic Families. I know that many of my guilt issues come from what I call Irish quilt. I caught myself saying to my daughter who was being very rude and hurtful to me that I almost died giving you life and you treat me this way. Or I cooked all day making this stew and you won't even try it. Please share your backround and any stories you feel comfortable sharing. Kerry

brightlight

Hummmmmm, I am not an Irish Catholic, but I was raised Catholic. I went to Catholic schools. I was starting to think I acted like my dad with trying to pour guilt on my family. Things like what you said and today I said something to my kids like they were no fun to cook for because they do not eat and nothing sounds good to them. Everything I suggest is nooooo I don't want that. I have been after everybody lately demanding respect. I work hard and this is how you treat me???? My dad did things like this to us. His family came from Scotland. I think there is something to the Catholic part. I do not go to the Catholic church and my husband is Baptist and my kids go to the Baptist Church, but I think there is something to the Catholic part and quilt.

reader

Brightlight, I am a catholic school girl too!!

robina

Me too - I went to schools with saints names (St. Catherines., St. Patrick's), and they had real nuns teaching there!

Catholic guilt packs a powerful punch.... I prefer the HP concept - much more comforting..

Robin

Soul Catcher

I picked up the love of drinking Bourbon. Too much Irish in me. And boy do I have the Irish attitude. I quit drinking and I'm working on the attitude...lol

Gabe

I prefer Bill Cosby's classic...
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out too."
As if anyone couldn't guess...I am the product of 12 (count'em 12) years of Catholic schooling.
I am convinced that in some nursing home, somewhere...nuns are still praying for the redemption if my immoral soul.

gelfling

I was a bruised and abused product of a catholic education. I was a 3rd grade runaway from St. Andrew's. I was constantly pounded by St. Vincent for grinning. Now tell me, how many 3rd graders know what grinning means... Even in my youth, I got hell for being happy. I'd walk off the school grounds and walk 3 miles home. Also the recipient of the ruler across the knuckles for whatever reason or supposedly wicked act I committed.

reader

I still have issues when applying lipstick!! I have Sister Monica in my head saying only Jezabels wear lipstick she even called my mother for lipgloss. I swear I am overweight because we had to eat all our lunch because there were straving children. At 38 I still have to remind myself that it is ok to feed it to the dog. If someone could read my thoughts I would be committed! Kerry

cupowater

Well, I am not a catholic! My guilt came from a good old fashoned alcoholic upbringing! I am mostly over that now though. But I DO have a question..(seriously)......What is the difference between Catholic, and Irish Catholic????

Gabe

Gelf, look at St. Vincent...

Now that's a grin if I ever saw one.
Pounded for grinning...jeeze, yeah?

gelfling

OMG Gabe...I thought it was Sister Vincent without the black habit!!! Too funny.

Good grief, I just read my post. Guess I should have said beat the hell out of me and Sister Vincent. I'm surprised Jazz hasn't picked up on this yet.

brdlvr2

Catholic for me too. Had to go to CCD (Sunday school) up until 12th grade. I like someone else here said, like the HP and a loving, understanding God. Not one to be feared and punished by as we may have been brought up to believe. I'm more spiritual then religious as an adult.