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LaSainte
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O.k., so I’ve noticed on this board that there seem to be sort of dueling factions here. Cradle Catholics and Converts. The Converts have the zeal of St. Paul, while the cradle Catholics tend to struggle more like St. Peter 
I think it’s great that there are so many converts on fire for Catholicism and the Lord, but I feel like they can sometimes be a little judgmental of us cradles, so I’m just going tompaint a little picture of what it’s like for some of us growing up Catholic to give y’all more of an idea of where we are coming from.
We never got to choose to be Catholic. We were born, baptized, sent to Catholic school, and that was it. Unlike a convert, we never “found” Catholicism and studied every aspect and doctrine of the Faith, decided it all made perfect sense and then went through a lengthy and exciting conversion process where we came out the other end ready to die for even the smallest teaching of the Church.
Many of us grew up with parents who were having a sort of reaction AGAINST their Catholic parents. Their parents (our grandparents) were intense, judgmental people who never missed a mass on Sunday and who would dole out the corporal punishment like it was candy. The culture of the 60s and 70s was raising them while their parents worked 60 hours a week to raise these huge Catholc families.
When WE were born, our parents were much more relaxed. Sometimes church on Sundays, sometimes not. Sometimes just Easter and Christmas. Most of our knowledge of the faith probably came from Catholic grade school, which, even in the 80s, was a lot like the old jokes. We were told by the meanest teacher (some nuns, some laypeople) hat anything and everyhing could be a hell-worthy offense. We had teachers who locked us in closets, tied us to chairs, stuffed our mouths full of cotton and taped them shut, etc. All he while we were being told that WE were going to Hell for things like talking during silent lunch.
We had our first confession and communion at 7 when we were barely old enough to understand what was going on.
Then we went to Catholic high school where the madness continued. We had headmistresses who were nuns who basically called us stupid when we didn’t perform academically and called us sluts when we rolled our uniform skirts too high. We had priests who chain-smoked outside of class, drank too much on the weekends and threw us out of class at the drop of a hat. We also had the occasional well-liked priest whose hand would seemto linger for just a few seconds to long on your back when you were asking him a question about your test. There was the occasional one among them who was kind and funny and smart and beloved, but those were fairly rare.
We were still told we were going to Hell a lot, sometimes for things that the Church actually teaches. We told our parents and they laughed and made jokes about their own experiences at Catholic school (my dad had a nun who was so mean, they called her Sister St. Lucifer, and my mom had a nun drop a 5 pound book on her head for turning around in her seat and talking in the 4th grade). We had aunts and uncles who downright hated the Churh and slammed it every chance they got because of their own experiences.
We all learned to just laugh and roll our eyes when the subject of Hell came up and say “I guess I’m going to hell then”.
In college, we grew away from our faith, going to Church on Easter and Christmas.
Church teachings (he one’s we even knew about) were all optional. God knew your heart and that’s allthat mattered.
Fast forward a few years, we may be married or having kids and rediscovering our faith, making a real effort to learn and to catechize our children in a better way than we ever were, and suddenly we are blindsided by teachings we never knew about, lie he teaching on ABC or where men are supposed to ejaculate.
We come here to ask questions about these teachings with real, honest struggles and incomprehension of how something so “silly” could be a sin and we are attacked and told to just “submit” to he teaching. Easy for someone to say who CHOSE to be Catholic knowing all he rules ahead of time. Not so easy when you were raised “Catholic” like we were. We have decades of Catholic guilt and misunderstandings and yes, even hostility that we are trying to work through and we come here for advice and we get these holier-than-thou platitudes and derision.
I’m sorry, but unless you were raised Catholic, you can’t possibly understand the psychological number it can do on your psyche and your faith. There are times when we feel held hostage by Catholicism - leaving the Church would not only be a mortal sin (there’s that guilt) but it would wreak havoc on our identities. Many of us have a love-hate relationship with the Church. We grew up seeing a lot of the ugly side of hints and have very mixed feeling that we are trying to work hrouh, so hearing “just submit to the Church or be a Protestant” is beyond rude and totally uncalled for.
So please, cut us cradle Catholics a break and think about these things ampittle before you go shouting about “heresy” and “anathema” and telling us to just obey or leave, o.k.? You really have no idea what it’s like being raised this way
I think it’s great that there are so many converts on fire for Catholicism and the Lord, but I feel like they can sometimes be a little judgmental of us cradles, so I’m just going tompaint a little picture of what it’s like for some of us growing up Catholic to give y’all more of an idea of where we are coming from.
We never got to choose to be Catholic. We were born, baptized, sent to Catholic school, and that was it. Unlike a convert, we never “found” Catholicism and studied every aspect and doctrine of the Faith, decided it all made perfect sense and then went through a lengthy and exciting conversion process where we came out the other end ready to die for even the smallest teaching of the Church.
Many of us grew up with parents who were having a sort of reaction AGAINST their Catholic parents. Their parents (our grandparents) were intense, judgmental people who never missed a mass on Sunday and who would dole out the corporal punishment like it was candy. The culture of the 60s and 70s was raising them while their parents worked 60 hours a week to raise these huge Catholc families.
When WE were born, our parents were much more relaxed. Sometimes church on Sundays, sometimes not. Sometimes just Easter and Christmas. Most of our knowledge of the faith probably came from Catholic grade school, which, even in the 80s, was a lot like the old jokes. We were told by the meanest teacher (some nuns, some laypeople) hat anything and everyhing could be a hell-worthy offense. We had teachers who locked us in closets, tied us to chairs, stuffed our mouths full of cotton and taped them shut, etc. All he while we were being told that WE were going to Hell for things like talking during silent lunch.
We had our first confession and communion at 7 when we were barely old enough to understand what was going on.
Then we went to Catholic high school where the madness continued. We had headmistresses who were nuns who basically called us stupid when we didn’t perform academically and called us sluts when we rolled our uniform skirts too high. We had priests who chain-smoked outside of class, drank too much on the weekends and threw us out of class at the drop of a hat. We also had the occasional well-liked priest whose hand would seemto linger for just a few seconds to long on your back when you were asking him a question about your test. There was the occasional one among them who was kind and funny and smart and beloved, but those were fairly rare.
We were still told we were going to Hell a lot, sometimes for things that the Church actually teaches. We told our parents and they laughed and made jokes about their own experiences at Catholic school (my dad had a nun who was so mean, they called her Sister St. Lucifer, and my mom had a nun drop a 5 pound book on her head for turning around in her seat and talking in the 4th grade). We had aunts and uncles who downright hated the Churh and slammed it every chance they got because of their own experiences.
We all learned to just laugh and roll our eyes when the subject of Hell came up and say “I guess I’m going to hell then”.
In college, we grew away from our faith, going to Church on Easter and Christmas.
Church teachings (he one’s we even knew about) were all optional. God knew your heart and that’s allthat mattered.
Fast forward a few years, we may be married or having kids and rediscovering our faith, making a real effort to learn and to catechize our children in a better way than we ever were, and suddenly we are blindsided by teachings we never knew about, lie he teaching on ABC or where men are supposed to ejaculate.
We come here to ask questions about these teachings with real, honest struggles and incomprehension of how something so “silly” could be a sin and we are attacked and told to just “submit” to he teaching. Easy for someone to say who CHOSE to be Catholic knowing all he rules ahead of time. Not so easy when you were raised “Catholic” like we were. We have decades of Catholic guilt and misunderstandings and yes, even hostility that we are trying to work through and we come here for advice and we get these holier-than-thou platitudes and derision.
I’m sorry, but unless you were raised Catholic, you can’t possibly understand the psychological number it can do on your psyche and your faith. There are times when we feel held hostage by Catholicism - leaving the Church would not only be a mortal sin (there’s that guilt) but it would wreak havoc on our identities. Many of us have a love-hate relationship with the Church. We grew up seeing a lot of the ugly side of hints and have very mixed feeling that we are trying to work hrouh, so hearing “just submit to the Church or be a Protestant” is beyond rude and totally uncalled for.
So please, cut us cradle Catholics a break and think about these things ampittle before you go shouting about “heresy” and “anathema” and telling us to just obey or leave, o.k.? You really have no idea what it’s like being raised this way