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You do seem happy. A smiling happy waving faceā¦maybe you are not gay? (just kidding).not me![]()
You do seem happy. A smiling happy waving faceā¦maybe you are not gay? (just kidding).not me![]()
I was unaware that you and granceandglory were acquainted.not me![]()
We are saying that no person is intrinsically gay, just as no person is intrinsically a cleptomaniac or a no person is intrinsically depressed. These are disorder that are not part of the human natures. There are just that: disorders. That being said, a person is not condemned or considered a sinner because they have a disorder. However, action on that disorder is sinful. It is not a sin for some one to suffer from the disorder of Same Sex Attraction (i suffer from this disorder myself). However, it is a sin for a person to act on this disorder by engaging in gay sex acts.Could you clarify your post a little. I want to make sure I understand what you are saying in response to my post.
excuse me? is there a joke iām missing out on?I was unaware that you and granceandglory were acquainted.
G&G said all the gays and lesbians in her or his acquaintance are depressed. You said you are not depressed. RPP wanted to point out that G&G is unlikely to know you.excuse me? is there a joke iām missing out on?
I struggle with Same Sex Attraction and all of the gays I know from my past are very unhappy and broken people.G&G said all the gays and lesbians in her or his acquaintance are depressed. You said you are not depressed. RPP wanted to point out that G&G is unlikely to know you.
Great post. Thanks for sharing. A good read for anyone on this board who thinks itās just a ālifestyle choiceā. But in fairness, I would suppose that the majority of Catholics donāt think one can be ācuredā from SSA. Rather that one can chose not to āpracticeā gay sex.I was in a support group in college. A group for supporting those of us that had been forced into therapy to cure us of homosexuality during highschool and sometimes earlier.
Every single one of us had multiple suicide attempts. Once we got into college and away from that therapy, life opened up. We didnāt have any more guilt, we could actually live our life and not have this cloud of guilt, shame and depression weight us down so heavily.
Sadly, all of us knew teens that had ended up killing themselves in the middle of the therapy, far far too many. We knew more people who had killed themselves during the therapy than compared to kids who were allowed to be themselves in highschool.
Were those kids that were allowed to be themselves perfect and happy? No, of course not, they were still tortured, beaten, mocked and ridiculed every day of their lives, but on the whole on average they seemed much more well adjusted and happier/less depressed than my own cohort.
My life was completely destroyed by trying to ācureā my same sex attraction, completely, utterly destroyed. It drove me into a stupor, I ended up homeless, wandering from shelter to shelter until I finally snapped out of it and left it behind.
I still have panic attacks to this day by things that trigger flashbacks to the therapy sessions. I have scars on my arms and thighs from it. I still have the voice of the therapist who told me suicide now was ābetterā than living an entire life as a gay person. He didnāt mean to advocate suicide by any means, he just meant to highlight how important it was to become straight. Of courseā¦thatās not what entered my mind at the age of 15.
To this day I simply cannot trust christian therapists and/or priests, I just canāt, they have completely destroyed all hope in the power of christ to cure homosexuals. My faith was all but destroyed, because they destroyed me, all in the name of curing me. I cared about nothing except curing myself, I had no other goals, so I continued to fail my only goal, over and over. To give me āhopeā they would trot out their ācuredā patients. Every single one I met that said they were ācuredā was a complete fake, in private they would admit to having to fantasize about a same-sex partner to actually complete their marital duties. What kind of marriage is that?
I gave all that up, now Iāve managed to get two degrees and now I have a good job that I can return to as soon as I heal fully from a medical event. I could never have had that before, I was completely worthless. The failings over and over again, the constant āencouragementā that God would fix it all ended up becoming a taunt, a ridiculing pat on the back, it felt like a slap in the face, because obviously I just must not be good enough, because it just isnāt working for me.
What kind of message is that to send to children? Itās awful, it caused us nothing but endless pain and suffering and many have died because of it, but no one cares, no one asks questions. They just trot out these fake smiling faces that claim to be ā100% heterosexualā who then get caught in gay bars a few months later.
about a dozen. Many of them I knew growing up, and in school, before they entered the homosexual lifestyle.How many do you know?
Dear pathia,I was in a support group in college. A group for supporting those of us that had been forced into therapy to cure us of homosexuality during highschool and sometimes earlier.
Every single one of us had multiple suicide attempts. Once we got into college and away from that therapy, life opened up. We didnāt have any more guilt, we could actually live our life and not have this cloud of guilt, shame and depression weight us down so heavily.
Sadly, all of us knew teens that had ended up killing themselves in the middle of the therapy, far far too many. We knew more people who had killed themselves during the therapy than compared to kids who were allowed to be themselves in highschool.
Were those kids that were allowed to be themselves perfect and happy? No, of course not, they were still tortured, beaten, mocked and ridiculed every day of their lives, but on the whole on average they seemed much more well adjusted and happier/less depressed than my own cohort.
My life was completely destroyed by trying to ācureā my same sex attraction, completely, utterly destroyed. It drove me into a stupor, I ended up homeless, wandering from shelter to shelter until I finally snapped out of it and left it behind.
I still have panic attacks to this day by things that trigger flashbacks to the therapy sessions. I have scars on my arms and thighs from it. I still have the voice of the therapist who told me suicide now was ābetterā than living an entire life as a gay person. He didnāt mean to advocate suicide by any means, he just meant to highlight how important it was to become straight. Of courseā¦thatās not what entered my mind at the age of 15.
To this day I simply cannot trust christian therapists and/or priests, I just canāt, they have completely destroyed all hope in the power of christ to cure homosexuals. My faith was all but destroyed, because they destroyed me, all in the name of curing me. I cared about nothing except curing myself, I had no other goals, so I continued to fail my only goal, over and over. To give me āhopeā they would trot out their ācuredā patients. Every single one I met that said they were ācuredā was a complete fake, in private they would admit to having to fantasize about a same-sex partner to actually complete their marital duties. What kind of marriage is that?
I gave all that up, now Iāve managed to get two degrees and now I have a good job that I can return to as soon as I heal fully from a medical event. I could never have had that before, I was completely worthless. The failings over and over again, the constant āencouragementā that God would fix it all ended up becoming a taunt, a ridiculing pat on the back, it felt like a slap in the face, because obviously I just must not be good enough, because it just isnāt working for me.
What kind of message is that to send to children? Itās awful, it caused us nothing but endless pain and suffering and many have died because of it, but no one cares, no one asks questions. They just trot out these fake smiling faces that claim to be ā100% heterosexualā who then get caught in gay bars a few months later.
I was in a support group that numbered over 20 individuals, they did not have the same biological disorders I do. In this case, my personal medical problems had nothing to do with what happened to my mind.Dear pathia,
by your own admission, you are the exception, not the rule.
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Hardly, Iāve been with my current partner now almost seven years if you count the ādatingā time. All of our gay friends are partnered and have been for years, some 20+ years.. Maybe the ancient solution is the best solution⦠eunuchs for the Kingdom of God and all that. One way or another the homo orientation seems to favor a life of loneliness.
Pathia, I usually enjoy your posts, but as a partnered lesbian living in a major city, I sort of object to you calling my community āthe ghetto.āHardly, Iāve been with my current partner now almost seven years if you count the ādatingā time. All of our gay friends are partnered and have been for years, some 20+ years.
You only see/hear/observe the loud ones. We live in suburbia, not the ghetto. We are everywhere, but because we donāt shout it from the rooftops like the ones in the ghetto, youād never know we exist. I am not āin the closetā at work or anything, but I donāt go broadcasting it either. It only comes up if someone asks me about my ring, or family related questions and even then Iām generally vague about the whole thing. I donāt like to discuss my home life with anyone at work really.
I am only using the terminology set forth by the person I replied to, I generally donāt want to argue the truth of someoneās anecdotal experiences, it just sidetracks everything. The individual I was replying to used a great deal more of these words and even more offense ones, in my opinion.Pathia, I usually enjoy your posts, but as a partnered lesbian living in a major city, I sort of object to you calling my community āthe ghetto.ā
I also donāt proclaim anything from rooftops.
Well, considering where you and I live, it may very BE in the water. I mean look at the new mayor of Portland who is openly homosexual.about a dozen. Many of them I knew growing up, and in school, before they entered the homosexual lifestyle.
Oftentimes I do joke about something being in the water in my home town.![]()