I had a very intense conversation with our pastor on the subject. Actually, both of them. I raked the first on over the coals…he actually agreed with what I was saying…but I’ll save that for some other time [thank you very much]. The second priest was actually the pastor and he ellaborated what the thinking was back then. Interesting, I went to him to ***** some more about what happened to me while a seminarian. Talk about throwing your own babies out. I was 18 when my spiritual director made a pass on me in my sleep [long story dealing with a very naive and very young man

]. I didn’t realize what was happenig until it happened. Anyway. I turned him in after expriencing lots of major anxiety and right before flunky all my finals. The diocese acted concerned only briefly. No one offered me counseling…? Why? I’ll never let them off the hood for that and I’ll tell you why in a bit.
My anxiety led me to engaging in some really despirate acts. You have to realize the atmosphere of the seminary back then in the late 70’s early 80’s. There were lots of signs of homosexual orientation…very disturbing…causing lots of doubts. I began to believe they wanted it that way. The seminarian that tried to get to me…I finally realized and rejected him leaving him angry. He got angry when some young girl down the road kept throwing herself at me…I had no problem resisting, though it was tough at times. I only went to their house on occasion. Hind sight 20/20 I would never allow someone to visit them like that in my own domestic church without strong words against it. I got so frantic that I was so scandalized I felt that I had to prove I was heterosexual and for some reason the sacrifice of celibacy suddenly felt dirty. Why? Because sacrificing a healthy heterosexual …Godly…relationship felt like I had something to offer up. But to offer up avoid the near occasion of same sex seemed very dirty and sleezy. I wasn’t gay…I met a girl that summer…and like a knucklehead did some pretty stupid things that led to almost a 4 year relationship hiding behind her skirt to prove I was not gay.
Okay…she was 2 years younger than me, from a large Catholic family, Catholic school, everything, but she had a gay friend and I really tried not to dislike or “hate” homosexuals so I bent over backwards [metaphorically] not to have hard feelings against the guy. But of course at a party he hit on me a bit for some reason [apparently I wasn’t a bad looking guy but didn’t realize it back then] After talking with another friend [they always get wierded out because I went to the seminary] I mentioned the priest’s name and they said that he hit on a lots of them [the boys sophmores, juniors at least] in High School.

Flags went up all over the place. It scared me even further from the idea of returning to the seminary. The diocese abandoned me leaving me out to dry on my own hoping I’d crawl in a hole somewhere and die…so it seemed to me. …Another lost priest…who’s fault is this one…the Bishop’s. There’s more to it…but this in a nut shell addresses the underlying method of deception, hide and seek with bad priests.
When I went home for summer break, and after going to a seminarian retreat, I received a call that ended up with me telling them I have a girlfriend now and won’t be attending the seminary again. Flags should have gone up for them…but NOOOOOoooOOOoo, it was better to let me suffer long term away so they could get past the statue of limitations and avoid a public scandal altogether. I would have never sought financial restitution. Danger Danger Danger Will Robinson… 4 years later, further in debt and no way out…thinking I should have returned to the seminary I joined to the military to figure out what to do with my life. Coming home from leave I discovered the priest had been laicized by his own choice.

Anotherone bites the dust. Fast forward to wanting to return to the seminary, I met my now wife…left the Cahtolic Church and that is in a nut shell why I thought Catholics were condemned to hell…for not standing up for the weak. Still feel that way a bit…but I can’t deny the fact that this Church was the original…Finding the Orthodox made me want to go Orthodox rather than Catholic…[more long stories tied into this experience]