To be honest, the most acceptance I’ve found from Catholics has been from clergy and religious folks. It’s the lay people who have been the most cruel.
If you understand that acceptance of the person *includes *to the resistance of the sinful act, in this case if I saw you I can hug you and wish you the best. But if you said “bye, I’m going home to frolic with my boyfriend (if you are a boy)” then I would have to say, "MK, do you know that the Scriptures teaches against such sexual acts? I am sinful myself and do stuff I am told by others to not do, but still I try and try not to commit these sins. I am here to encourage you to try as well. Don’t frolic tonight and offer up this chastity to God as a sign of your trust in him. Pray that you can choose a different life-style, even if it means to live only as siblings or to live alone. "
I have no right to claim I am any less sinful then another. I know this in my personal life. I do have a responsibility to help others not only avoid sin but to thrive, just as I hope others do for me. And so, if you see me sinning, let me know! I will hate knowing but, unfortunately, what I want may not be what God wants. And if you see me being friends with you for several years but never making sure you have heard, at least once, that you may be in mortal sin, then slap me across the face.
There is a story my mother told me while I was young. She spoke about a young man who after coming to America (I’m not born here myself), and started having all sorts of new friends that are different then the friends he has at church. He has always been a good boy so the parents did not think much of the situation. Then when he stop going to church and coming home with scars, they were concern, but did not put a stop to it.
They talked to him asking him what is going on. He tells them, that if they love him, they do not worry and continue to care for him. He has a lot of studies to prepare for and left. They were hurt that he does not trust them to talk, and tried again. He warned them that if they even bring this up again, he will run away from home. They became conflicted. They love their child, and want to be there for him. But he tells them if they love him they need to effectively shut up and let him be.
Well he ran away from home even though they complied. For weeks and weeks, they would search, they also post up fliers and reported to the police. But no one saw any traces of him. After three weeks, they heard about a decomposing body in the nearby sewers. They were shocked and went to the morgue. It was not their child, but one of the boys he often befriend.
After many more months, they stop searching and entered a state of morning. Not knowing what else they can do, they kept a picture of him next to their mantle and continued with their lives. A number of years later, in the middle of the night, a window in the house was broken. The father ran down to look at what it is and the mother was at the phone ready to call the police if there is an intruder. There was one, but he told them to not call any cops. It was there son, but he was different. The dad called the mom down to see. In the darkness of their living room, the son faced his parents. His mom cried from joy and wanted to hug him. But as she approached, he pulled a gun on her.
She froze in shock. The dad wanted to move, but could not in fear of hurting his son or losing his wife. He could only stammered, “Son?” Well, guess what happened?
The son, told the dad to come to him. Once the dad got within arm’s reach, he slapped the dad with the gun. The dad, who was in his fifties, fell over in pain. The mom began to move but he turned the gun back on her. She cried, “Why, why Steven? My sweet Steven, what are you doing?” He told her, you two do not deserve to by my parents, you failed me. This is my letter to you. He threw the envelop onto his dad who is slowly getting up. Then he took the gun, put it in his mouth and blew his brains out.
The envelop showed pictures of a happy little boy with his old friends, and a happy big boy with his new friends. On the back if the first picture it said “Thank you”. On the back of the second picture, it said “Why did you not stop me?”. They were the pictures from the fliers the parents put up after he ran away.