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rkwittem
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Hi all, this is my first post, and I hope it’s not too much of a doozy.
Here goes…
This question has been chewing on me for a long time and I’ve struggled to resolve it for well over a decade. In a nutshell, what’s really the key, fundamental difference between sexual attraction and lust, if there is one? Is it really just semantics?
To me, there really is no fundamental difference between the two. This line of thinking stems from my latter years in high school. As I came into my own as a fully functional adult, I began to recognize a kind of dichotomy within my mind.
I was (and am) of course attracted to and interested in girls, but always very mindful of preserving my chastity and behaving modestly. As a result, I became extremely conscientious of how I perceived and looked at women around me. Eventually, I came to regard my sexual interest in them, no matter how uncontrollable it may be, as an “occasion of sin.” I take my faith very seriously and this was of course very troubling to one whose parents expected him to walk the straight-and-narrow path in high school, no matter what. I used this to convince myself that my sexuality was to be feared and kept at length. So I repressed it, denied it, ignored it, and buried it under my other interests (music, sports, art, video games, education, etc.). Basically I would see a cute girl I was interested in, and immediately crush the attraction. I simply did not permit them to stay in my head for very long. Basically, I wanted to be asexual. Think the “If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off” verses from the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5:29-30) I still committed personal sexual sins of impurity and this made me hate myself and my sexuality even more.
As I’ve gotten older and more mature, I’ve become more tolerant of the presence of sexual feelings, but they still give me pause and I certainly don’t dwell on them. Even so, I really want to go on a few dates (just so I can get the experience), and I’ve always felt as though my vocation was the married life, but my sheer terror at the thought of allowing myself to be sexually attracted to a woman scares the living daylights out of me. It makes me queasy and uncomfortable. I get horribly embarrassed when people talk about girls I have crushes on. (Basically like the feeling one would have if you were sitting on the toilet with the whole world watching.)
I’ve talked to my parents about this. I’ve talked to a couple of priests about this. I’ve talked to a couple of my stronger Catholic friends about this, and I still can’t resolve it. Every time I get interested in a woman, I kick the tires for a while, weigh my options and ultimately decide not pursue a relationship for the simple reason that I find her attractive. I find it utterly abhorrent to me to form a relationship of the basis of sexual attraction. I’d almost go so far as to say it’s pathetic. In spite this, every one of those aforementioned people I talked to claim it is *essential *for a lasting relationship. It’s a royal mess. I don’t know how to solve this riddle.
Here goes…
This question has been chewing on me for a long time and I’ve struggled to resolve it for well over a decade. In a nutshell, what’s really the key, fundamental difference between sexual attraction and lust, if there is one? Is it really just semantics?
To me, there really is no fundamental difference between the two. This line of thinking stems from my latter years in high school. As I came into my own as a fully functional adult, I began to recognize a kind of dichotomy within my mind.
I was (and am) of course attracted to and interested in girls, but always very mindful of preserving my chastity and behaving modestly. As a result, I became extremely conscientious of how I perceived and looked at women around me. Eventually, I came to regard my sexual interest in them, no matter how uncontrollable it may be, as an “occasion of sin.” I take my faith very seriously and this was of course very troubling to one whose parents expected him to walk the straight-and-narrow path in high school, no matter what. I used this to convince myself that my sexuality was to be feared and kept at length. So I repressed it, denied it, ignored it, and buried it under my other interests (music, sports, art, video games, education, etc.). Basically I would see a cute girl I was interested in, and immediately crush the attraction. I simply did not permit them to stay in my head for very long. Basically, I wanted to be asexual. Think the “If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off” verses from the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5:29-30) I still committed personal sexual sins of impurity and this made me hate myself and my sexuality even more.
As I’ve gotten older and more mature, I’ve become more tolerant of the presence of sexual feelings, but they still give me pause and I certainly don’t dwell on them. Even so, I really want to go on a few dates (just so I can get the experience), and I’ve always felt as though my vocation was the married life, but my sheer terror at the thought of allowing myself to be sexually attracted to a woman scares the living daylights out of me. It makes me queasy and uncomfortable. I get horribly embarrassed when people talk about girls I have crushes on. (Basically like the feeling one would have if you were sitting on the toilet with the whole world watching.)
I’ve talked to my parents about this. I’ve talked to a couple of priests about this. I’ve talked to a couple of my stronger Catholic friends about this, and I still can’t resolve it. Every time I get interested in a woman, I kick the tires for a while, weigh my options and ultimately decide not pursue a relationship for the simple reason that I find her attractive. I find it utterly abhorrent to me to form a relationship of the basis of sexual attraction. I’d almost go so far as to say it’s pathetic. In spite this, every one of those aforementioned people I talked to claim it is *essential *for a lasting relationship. It’s a royal mess. I don’t know how to solve this riddle.