I never took it off and just knew that it was going to get caught in my hair during a shower and get lost, but it never did. My mom would tell me that I didn't need to worry because God would take care of it ...
I grew up. I eventually stopped wearing the necklace. I stopped believing the lies.
It used to be that when I was a child and met someone who also was sporting a cross/crucifix, I would feel comfort. It was like "Hey, you're ok. We belong to the same club!"
When I see someone nowadays with a cross around their neck, what I hear in my head is "Proceed with caution."
There is no animosity. Yet, there also is no comfort.