Like a few on here, I was brought up Catholic (or to quote John Irving, a Mackerel Snapper!) by my mum, a proper Irish/Liverpool catholic. Where I grew up, Ashford in Kent, there was a large Catholic presence, lots of Irish, Poles, Africans and English Catholics. Went to Catholic primary school, secondary school, was an altar boy, 1st confession (a horrible, nasty little rite forced on children), 1st communion, confirmation etc. I never really saw or heard anything anti-catholic, bar 5th November until I was in my 20’s.
I think though, that common with a lot of religions, when brought up with it, you never really take it that seriously. Sure, the guilt bit does get in there, not touching “down there”, listening to Slayer. It does take a while to sjake it all out of your head.
However, not having been to mass for about 20 years, I went to my Godmothers funeral and actually found it quite comforting that some institutions change at such a glacial pace.