As someone who struggled and sometimes still struggles with scrupulosity, it doesn’t look like someone humbling themselves before God in the understanding that they’re a sinner. It looks like:
Having a massive panic attack because you’re terrified that a microscopic, invisibly small piece of the Eucharist might have somehow fallen to the floor and gotten stuck on your shoe when you went to mass five days ago and now whenever you walk you’re sure that you may be commiting horrible sacrilege.
Or having a fleeting rude thought going through your head and breaking down in fear of damnation because “Hate is murder of the soul.” Or wherever the phrase is.
Or getting red wine vinegar on your subway order and panicking later because you’re not 21 yet and don’t know if there’s actual wine in it and you might have just broken the law which is generally a bad thing.
Or having the fleeting thought go through your head that if you don’t tell someone not to drive home tonight they’ll die in an accident, then having a breakdown over whether that was God’s voice or some random thought and having a massive panic attack for the whole night where you’re sure you’ve committed murder because you didn’t tell them.
Scrupulosity is awful, it’s horrific, and I’m still dealing with the effects of it though I’m no longer actually scrupulous.