I think it happens to many of us along the way, some more than others. I remember thinking in high school that once I left my father's house, he wouldn't really have much rule over me except for the times I would visit. That went on until I grad from college. He tried to get me to go on a mission at 21 but said hell no. I tried transferring to BYU to go to college with my sister but thank god my grades weren't good enough to get in. I would have hated it I'm sure.
At any rate, you can't dwell on what's happened on the past, be thankful you're not still in it. Look forward, there is a lot of life ahead! Life is really good when there is NO obligation to sit in a meeting house when it's absolutely gorgeous outside and the outside is begging to be explored.
I wonder what it's like to pretend to be an asexual teen amidst raging hormonal drives. I was condemned to hell for never being able to do it. I love reading posts from former TBM males on their sexuality. Makes me wonder if my TBM peers who viewed me as such a threat to their salvation ever look back and regret missing out on simple things like french kissing a girl they were attracted to and who was attracted to them.