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zamyrabyrd
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I hope you won’t think I am being facetious but I have been by now around the block many times, but will not reveal my age for the time being.Thank you, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with commitment to Catholic teaching. It’s that I’m a broken person, incapable of even considering a sexual relationship. I went through many years of reparative therapy to try to change, to try to be acceptable to the Church and pleasing to God, but instead it destroyed me. I don’t even feel like a sexual being anymore. And sadly, they still consider me a success story when I’m anything but a success. They damaged my relationship with my family, made me feel like a stranger to myself, and destroyed my relationship with God. I used to feel God’s presence in my life, but I don’t anymore.
I am very slowly attempting to heal from this damage, but in the mean time I just try to warn others to stay away from this dangerous form of therapy. In therapy I changed my voice, my walk, my mannerisms, my interests, my interactions with other people, learned to ignore my instincts, adopted a “fake it til you make it” sort of mentality. After a while, you feel like an actor who’s sacrificed everything in their own life to play a role. You can fool people and it might feel good at first to feel such acceptance, but it’s not real. Whenever people tell you they love you, but now change everything about yourself, they don’t really love you. For me, the love of the Church feels exactly like that.
Lying to oneself and others is always bad. I left a previous church because I honestly didn’t feel like ‘glory halleluiah’ all the time. In fact most of the time I am depressed. The world really gets me down, in particular where I happen to live but won’t go into that either. However, I realized it is OK to feel like c**p and be present at a church service, just be there.
I am not interested so much in interactions with the congregation and as a matter of fact, that never used to be a priority in any of the churches I have been in from childhood. Of course, if you go to Parochial school with your classmates, it is natural that there is more socializing, but not necessarily, or with neighbors or relatives but I don’t remember that there was never any ‘welcoming’.
This must be something new in some places but I never saw it or even its absolute necessity. In fact, if it induces some pressure to conform, it should not be a good thing as I realized that I must be a misfit if I didn’t feel all that joy people were talking about. I even suspect that maybe they were not being totally honest about it. Moreover, many of the saints were ridden with doubt and uncertainty, so if they weren’t walking on air, it’s OK to be daily struggling to get out of the mud, just like many of them were. In an odd way, knowing about their own turmoils gives me peace.