I, like you, grew up in a predominantly Catholic, working class area but in Londonderry. We had some wonderful Catholic neighbours and most of my mates, running about the streets were Catholic. Whenever the priests and nuns came round the area, theses noisy, rough and tumble ragamuffin kids would stand, head bowed, mumbling a greeting or saying nothing as they passed. Even as a youngster, I realised this was not out of respect, but fear.
Whilst the RC church doesn't have the hold it once had (my experiences were 60 years ago now), I still notice whenever I attend a funeral in a Chapel, the RC people, some of whom I've played on rugby and football with (no shrinking violets) have that is same look of fear, not terror, but apprehension, when they enter the place. I mentioned this to my wife who was shocked when she noticed and agreed.
There is no joy in that cult - it controls through fear and intimidation.
This is why parents of abused children are loath to involve the authorities.
Most rational people would involve the police immediately (after knocking lumps out of the perpetrator) but it testifies to the grip that this disgusting cult have over their followers.
In some ways, I pity them