The first time I got caught was by my mother. I was 12 at the time. She was NOT pleased. That was the day I learned just how worthless I really was (or believed I was) and began to hate myself. It was the beginning of my dark years, that lasted until just a few years ago.
I wrote about getting busted in more depth here. As traumatic as that was in my life, I've communicated with others who's getting caught stories were far, far worse. It's such a waste - to treat us like this. I might have been so much more successful in life had I not spent most of it hating myself and trying to figure out what the hell I am. I'll never get those years back.