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Hi,
I am 17 years old and struggling with chastity. I hate what it does to me, but it is like a trap. I don’t think, I just almost impulsively fall each week. And then I go to confession when I can. But after I fall, I fall again easily.
This is hard for me, because I have several siblings, all younger but definitely aware of me, and parents who are unaware of my situation. We go to daily mass, but confessions are only available on Tuesday/Thursday mornings, and the priest often arrives the other days last minute (so can’t get in time for a confession before mass.) I then, I will admit it, receive communion hoping that it wasn’t a mortal sin until I can confess next time. Then a week or two passes, and bam, I fall again, and then repeatedly the days after.
My hope is small. I don’t really consent to it (I hate it), but when that rush comes upon me, I don’t really resist. It makes me miserable. I will (of course) keep fighting, but it hurts my heart that I received this many times and it might be mortal. Does the habitual falling, or my weird psuedo-consent, relieve the mortal-ness of the situation?
I’m just so conflicted. I wish I could tell my parents or not receive, but at the same time, it would rip my relationship with my family apart. I’m just not that brave. I just… I wish I could. But I’m… it’s hard.
I am 17 years old and struggling with chastity. I hate what it does to me, but it is like a trap. I don’t think, I just almost impulsively fall each week. And then I go to confession when I can. But after I fall, I fall again easily.
This is hard for me, because I have several siblings, all younger but definitely aware of me, and parents who are unaware of my situation. We go to daily mass, but confessions are only available on Tuesday/Thursday mornings, and the priest often arrives the other days last minute (so can’t get in time for a confession before mass.) I then, I will admit it, receive communion hoping that it wasn’t a mortal sin until I can confess next time. Then a week or two passes, and bam, I fall again, and then repeatedly the days after.
My hope is small. I don’t really consent to it (I hate it), but when that rush comes upon me, I don’t really resist. It makes me miserable. I will (of course) keep fighting, but it hurts my heart that I received this many times and it might be mortal. Does the habitual falling, or my weird psuedo-consent, relieve the mortal-ness of the situation?
I’m just so conflicted. I wish I could tell my parents or not receive, but at the same time, it would rip my relationship with my family apart. I’m just not that brave. I just… I wish I could. But I’m… it’s hard.