Cussing has plagued me all my life. I don’t blaspheme, or take the Lord’s name in vain (and scold those close to me when they do,) but otherwise, all bets used to be off. It’s been a frequent and recurrent subject in my examen (I am a follower of Ignatian spirituality,) and recurrently comes up in confession (if I’ve been unusually frequent about using offensive language.) And yeah, I picked it up in junior high school, in Brooklyn, not the most elegant of neighborhoods. It’s come back to bite me a couple of times when trying to impress others in social situations, and once on a job interview
I’ve tried the rubber band method, the cuss jar (you put a nickel in every time you cuss, and after Mass on Sunday, dump the contents into the poor box,) and all of the suggestions of ways to improve your vocabulary. So far, only prayer works to a degree: In my examen, I ask God for the grace to see myself the way He sees me: A devout but cussing Catholic is a little confusing for most people, and He has brought this to my attention.
When a venial sin becomes a really ingrained bad habit, it somewhat diminishes the responsibility for it, or so I’ve been told by my confessor. I’ve also been cautioned that I must continue to make efforts to improve, and that is evidence of intent to amend my life.
I have noticed that in certain work situations, where cussing is ubiquitous (and unprofessional) my propensity to cuss is usually directly related to my frustration level. I have been advised by my confessor to meditate and ask the Holy Spirit for an increase in the grace of patience. This seems to be helpful, and instead of using foul language to express my frustration, I’m able to use that energy more productively to solve the problem at hand in getting the job done with a minimum of emotional display. A side benefit is that I don’t leave work at the end of the day with a headache.
I at once thought of St. Joseph, the worker: I have a prayer card with him as the subject. I couldn’t really see St. Joseph letting out a couple of cusses if he accidentally hit his thumb with a hammer, so I started praying to him, offering him my frustrations and my temptations to cuss because I am a working person. It seems to have decreased the frequency of the bad language.
My confessor told me to continue to try to work on this, asking for the grace necessary to do so, but realizing all the while that I am a sinner, beloved by God, but a sinner nonetheless, and will probably, like most people, die a sinner. He cautioned me to not succumb to despairing of improving, and told me that Our Lord appreciates our efforts to patiently and consistently improve.
One thing I do, when very frustrated, is to say the Our Father to myself, very slowly, and breathing deeply as I do so. This dissipates the tension and frustration.
My confessor also suggested getting a thesaurus, and looking up some words that would express feelings of anger and frustration acceptably. I did that, and started to amass a better (and more accurate) vocabulary: To say that someone’s behavior is crude, irresponsible, selfish, or boorish is far more accurate (and acceptable) than calling that person a @#$%^&*!
This is my personal opinion, and it’s not based on anything official from the Church: Even though we continue to sin, we can improve, and the real sin is if we give up trying to improve.
Best wishes with this one, I hope some of these ideas might help you, and it is a tough nut to crack!