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Purgatorio
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I was in a religious order for a year and a half and departed that life in 2011. I still felt/feel that I have a vocation. In fact, I went to my diocesan vocation director in the summer of 2014 and after a few brutal months of getting put through the blender, he said that he didn’t want me in his Diocese because I was ‘to conservative’. But he said he felt that I had a vocation and I would have his ‘blessings’ to go to another diocese. I felt destroyed after my experiences with this Priest, what he made me jump through and the way he treated me was shocking… especially to my parish Priests who were not happy about the whole event. It was a new vocation director and he had only been in for a few months, so perhaps this was all due to lack of experience. Anyways… after that… I felt that perhaps my chasing a vocation for 10+ yrs was not the path that God wanted me to take. I began to pray for a wife and/or the vocation of married life. Up until this point, I had only dated in my early 20’s and really didn’t have a desire to date or be married. I like women, I am attracted to women, but for me… it was just never really there. There was a desire in the back of my head… but it was very minimal.
I always felt out of place with my family, as my brother and sisters all got married in their early 20’s and have large families. I’ve been looked upon as the bum in the family, never really finding my path and not getting married. After a few weeks of praying for married life and discerning God’s will for my life, I began to have a pain in my groin and it continually got worse over the following weeks. I finally felt concerned enough to set up an appointment with the doctor. He did a physical and sent me to see a Urologist. I was pretty concerned and told my Mom about the meeting. I went to my appt and the doctor took one look at me and diagnosed me with what is known as Klinefelters. I had never heard of such a thing! He sent in for a lab test to confirm his suspicions and sure enough… two weeks later … I found out that I am mosaic, XXY, meaning that I have two female chromosomes. The normal testosterone level of a male of my age is around 400-500. My tests said that my level was 13.
I was so upset by the news… I considered killing myself for a few days… it did go through my head. Not that I would have done it. But it was just so shocking. On the other side of things… I got an answer to my prayer… God clearly didn’t want me to get married… LOL.
I’m trying to find my place in the world. I’ve only told my immediate family the news… they didn’t take it very well… My mom never wants to talk about it, she wan’t to pretend that it doesn’t exist and that I’m just a normal happy dude that will one day settle down. I had a big falling out with my brother and sister’s 8 months ago. They said that they can’t relate to me if I am not married and I can’t relate to them, being unmarried, so we have little in common now. I was very upset by that news. My Mom is getting older and I know the day will come when she will no longer be here… and when that happens… I will be all alone in this world. I’ve been carrying this cross for a few years now… unable to talk about it with people… unable to find anyone that can really relate to me.
A few days after finding out about this… I remember I went into Church and sat in the cry room (great name… I have shed more than a few tears there)… and I got really angry with God. I yelled at him for about 20 minutes and sobbed like a baby, I was asking him “What is your will for my life” … once that passed… I decided that it was time to leave. I got up and walked out the door into the narthex of the church and something caught my eye, the setting sun was shooting a beam through the window of the door that was reflecting off of the window of the door going into the Church… and then bouncing off of a magazine cover that was in turn beaming me in the eyes. I walked over and picked up the book and opened it randomly, I opened to a story about fr. chiszek and it was titled “God’s Will For Your Life” and it talked about great suffering, carrying our cross for God… and living a good life. It made me feel very relieved and at peace… because I realized that God was telling me… that it was going to be ok. Isn’t it funny how God speaks to us? It’s not the booming voice from the clouds that we always want… it’s the quiet whisper in the breeze that we only hear if we pay attention.
I still feel a calling from God to live some form of a vocation. I don’t know what that is. I know that I can’t get married and likely won’t, even if I did decide to take hormonal treatments to give me those desires, I’m quite frankly afraid to… given that I could go off the deep end and God knows where that might lead. I know that I should trust in God… this was his plan all along… but as the weak little Catholic that I am… I lack in that trust.
I always felt out of place with my family, as my brother and sisters all got married in their early 20’s and have large families. I’ve been looked upon as the bum in the family, never really finding my path and not getting married. After a few weeks of praying for married life and discerning God’s will for my life, I began to have a pain in my groin and it continually got worse over the following weeks. I finally felt concerned enough to set up an appointment with the doctor. He did a physical and sent me to see a Urologist. I was pretty concerned and told my Mom about the meeting. I went to my appt and the doctor took one look at me and diagnosed me with what is known as Klinefelters. I had never heard of such a thing! He sent in for a lab test to confirm his suspicions and sure enough… two weeks later … I found out that I am mosaic, XXY, meaning that I have two female chromosomes. The normal testosterone level of a male of my age is around 400-500. My tests said that my level was 13.
I was so upset by the news… I considered killing myself for a few days… it did go through my head. Not that I would have done it. But it was just so shocking. On the other side of things… I got an answer to my prayer… God clearly didn’t want me to get married… LOL.
I’m trying to find my place in the world. I’ve only told my immediate family the news… they didn’t take it very well… My mom never wants to talk about it, she wan’t to pretend that it doesn’t exist and that I’m just a normal happy dude that will one day settle down. I had a big falling out with my brother and sister’s 8 months ago. They said that they can’t relate to me if I am not married and I can’t relate to them, being unmarried, so we have little in common now. I was very upset by that news. My Mom is getting older and I know the day will come when she will no longer be here… and when that happens… I will be all alone in this world. I’ve been carrying this cross for a few years now… unable to talk about it with people… unable to find anyone that can really relate to me.
A few days after finding out about this… I remember I went into Church and sat in the cry room (great name… I have shed more than a few tears there)… and I got really angry with God. I yelled at him for about 20 minutes and sobbed like a baby, I was asking him “What is your will for my life” … once that passed… I decided that it was time to leave. I got up and walked out the door into the narthex of the church and something caught my eye, the setting sun was shooting a beam through the window of the door that was reflecting off of the window of the door going into the Church… and then bouncing off of a magazine cover that was in turn beaming me in the eyes. I walked over and picked up the book and opened it randomly, I opened to a story about fr. chiszek and it was titled “God’s Will For Your Life” and it talked about great suffering, carrying our cross for God… and living a good life. It made me feel very relieved and at peace… because I realized that God was telling me… that it was going to be ok. Isn’t it funny how God speaks to us? It’s not the booming voice from the clouds that we always want… it’s the quiet whisper in the breeze that we only hear if we pay attention.
I still feel a calling from God to live some form of a vocation. I don’t know what that is. I know that I can’t get married and likely won’t, even if I did decide to take hormonal treatments to give me those desires, I’m quite frankly afraid to… given that I could go off the deep end and God knows where that might lead. I know that I should trust in God… this was his plan all along… but as the weak little Catholic that I am… I lack in that trust.