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Stavros
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I’ve recently switched to an amazing FSSP parish, and had a very interesting experience in the confessional with one of the priests. After some talking, he suggested that there might be some baggage left over from my Mormon upbringing that was affecting my current spirituality. This came about when I admitted to him that he terrified me. He’s one of the kindest priests I’ve ever met, but something about him absolutely terrifies me to the core. We’re talking walking out of Mass and sitting outside with the crying babies because of panic attacks, and literally turning and walking the other way when I see him after Mass.
I realized why after talking to to my husband a while. For some reason, he reminds me of a missionary. Growing up, missionaries were “hands off” in every conceivable way - they were the ideal of the LDS world, but they were not for members, they were for potential converts. I had huge struggles in my 20’s in family wards where the only single people in their 20’s were missionaries, and male ones at that. On the one hand, I wanted their friendship because I was lonely and they were desperate for just a taste of “normal” activity, but on the other I faced serious issues with the church leadership when their time was taken up by me.
I also had a horrible experience with a Bishop right before I officially became inactive from the LDS church. My testimony was hanging on by a string at that point anyway, but I went to the Bishop for spiritual guidance, and instead got berated for not going to church. Um, I had a horrible bout with agoraphobia and didn’t do anything but work for three months (didn’t even go grocery shopping - ate McD’s every night).
So it’s a guilt thing. And a male leadership of the church thing. I just can’t talk to this man, except in the confessional, and even that is a tear-inducing terror experience. He’s offered to help with spiritual guidance and counseling, but I can’t even bring myself to say Hi to this sweet Father.
Do any of you find that you have hangups from your Mormon upbringing? Did any of you seek spiritual counseling from your priest about it? How did that turn out for you?
I realized why after talking to to my husband a while. For some reason, he reminds me of a missionary. Growing up, missionaries were “hands off” in every conceivable way - they were the ideal of the LDS world, but they were not for members, they were for potential converts. I had huge struggles in my 20’s in family wards where the only single people in their 20’s were missionaries, and male ones at that. On the one hand, I wanted their friendship because I was lonely and they were desperate for just a taste of “normal” activity, but on the other I faced serious issues with the church leadership when their time was taken up by me.
I also had a horrible experience with a Bishop right before I officially became inactive from the LDS church. My testimony was hanging on by a string at that point anyway, but I went to the Bishop for spiritual guidance, and instead got berated for not going to church. Um, I had a horrible bout with agoraphobia and didn’t do anything but work for three months (didn’t even go grocery shopping - ate McD’s every night).
So it’s a guilt thing. And a male leadership of the church thing. I just can’t talk to this man, except in the confessional, and even that is a tear-inducing terror experience. He’s offered to help with spiritual guidance and counseling, but I can’t even bring myself to say Hi to this sweet Father.
Do any of you find that you have hangups from your Mormon upbringing? Did any of you seek spiritual counseling from your priest about it? How did that turn out for you?