Like SaraLin, I grew up in the 60s. My neighborhood was big Catholic families. We got loads of guilt and shame drilled into us from the nuns about anything that might be considered sexual or otherwise deviant. I never got caught but just the fear and the shame I felt about it was VERY powerful. I stopped for a long time, but when I started dressing again, the fear and shame was just as powerful with the added fear of rejection. It took a long time and a bit of therapy to accept myself, although fear of rejection is still very strong.
