It must be exhausting. I was thrown out of the confessional at age 8 by an enraged priest when I either goofed up my sins or my “Bless me Father...” I’ve now forgotten. But I’ll never forget the horror on the face of the other parishioners when they saw an undersized, knock-kneed kid emerge from behind the velvet curtain! What, I wonder, did they think I had confessed to?
Lol ... that must have been quite an experience. I had my share as well but that was a long time ago. I also recall reading about the confessions at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NYC. Apparently, it is not uncommon for protestants and Jews to avail themselves of the possibility to shed their sins, even if they could not receive absolution.