Oh my goodness. I officially became Catholic at Easter Vigil of 2006 and I would’ve thought it would have passed by now, but I’m still getting emotional manipulations and accusations from my mother (note there’s a lot of raging guanopsychosis there anyway). Any time she thinks I’ve done something mean to her (I live two hours away and have almost no direct contact outside of FaceBook, so usually the things I do are, um … imaginary…) it comes down to being Catholic. Lately it’s “You’re putting me down because you’re Catholic” or the blatantly false emotional power play “I was thinking of converting until you [something I didn’t actually do or know about her concocting] but now I see what being Catholic is really about!”
In my case it’s mostly an emotional attack system. If it wasn’t me being Catholic, it would be something else (as I’ve experienced the same attacks from a teenager onward, from dabbling in Wicca to becoming Christian, then Pentecostal, and then (worst of the worst) Catholic).
My brother gives me some grief but it’s a totally different strain. He is genuinely trying to understand and learn why we’re so weird (much to his surprise when he hears a teaching straightened out he’ll say “That’s what I’ve said all along!”) but has got some bats in the belfry and gets things mixed up that cause serious theological discussions that escalate to shouting matches. All comes out in the wash, though, when we get calmed down and explain differences. I’ve placed the Green Scapular in his home and am praying to Mary for his conversion. It’s been fascinating watching him grow and change over the last two or three years, since I put it there, and I do believe she’s working on him.
If you run into it, determine whether it’s really a problem with Catholicism itself (or what the person thinks it is), as was the case with my brother, which can be discussed like adults (if loudly sometimes), or whether it’s an attempt to grab at any loose thread with which to unravel you, as with my mother. Either way, prayer for that person especially, and also for yourself to bear up under it and deal with it with patience and love. (I’m still working on this.)
Haha sorry for the rant. It just popped up again this week so it’s been heavy on my mind.