when i was in primary school,3rd or 4th class, not long after my Mother died, R.I.P,
> i used to think toilet paper had feelings.
so i wouldn't flush it down the bog.
instead, i'd hide it behind the toilet,
ja, shitty toilet paper an' all.
cue sister headmistress (nuns) coming into every classroom on our floor, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th classes, saying something akin to ;
> " GiRLS! THiS iS DiSGUSTiNG!
>THE GiRL RESPONSiBLE SHALL COME TO MY OFFiCE
> AT BREAK TiME AND ADMiT THiS ATROCiTY!!!*rant,rave,etc.*"
a week later, she was nearly in tears,begging us.
i told my Dad, and he told the child psychiatrist i was attending.
the nun learnt i was no psychopath jnr., but more like a bit of a mental case a more than a bit psychotic .
for a nun (many were very unsuited to dealing with children, women, and any other types of humanity,sentient beings, apart from bestowing fondness on clippings from the gardens of the parochial house for the altars, and so on.
and in general, except, of course, for the priest, whom they cow-towed / mother superior'd in a psuedo bdsm way.
imo, catholithism, and moreover, christianity is quite warped indeed.
i turned to paganism, The Goddess, aged 9, and felt a lot happier.
certainly no more coprophobic episodes.
mind you, according to frued, that would have been my anal phase, aged 6?7?8?.