Apart from the suffering. I was just wondering why I haven’t come across a miraculous healing for homosexuality, such that it gives hope to people who have it. I’m not asking why God allows it.
Do you think its perhaps because its normal? Meaning just like a person has sexual temptations, and its illogical to want to stop them, maybe homosexuality is a temptation afterall? Maybe that’s why there’s no miraculous cure?
Sorry if the question wasn’t straightforward!
Please forgive me for not taking the time to read through the entire thread.
I lived as a lesbian for about ten years. I dated women, got “married” to one, marched in the parades, sang at the rallies, wrote a one-woman show about it, and screamed it from the stage, “I’m a lesbian!”
After about ten years, something began to change in me. I left my female partner of eight years, married a childhood friend (a man), and had a child, and then got divorced (after only four years of marriage).
I never intended to try to change my feelings towards women. I was convinced I had been born that way. And at the time I had rejected the teachings of the Church and was doing whatever I wanted. So I didn’t feel the need to change.
Something happened shortly after we married – and it was not a great marriage, BTW – and I noticed one day that I no longer had any attraction to women. At all. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
Even more surprising was that the thought of being sexual with a woman was suddenly repulsive to me. I just couldn’t stand the thought of it – it seemed disgusting, gross, just ick.
Believe me, my relations with my ex during those four years of marriage had nothing to do with this change. The man was basically asexual. My son is a miracle in more ways than one!
That was fifteen years ago. There hasn’t been a hint of same-sex attraction within me in all that time.
For me, yes, there was a healing. It was not sought, but it was given. And when I returned to the Church some years later, I gave God tremendous thanks for His mercies.
To be honest, I think the change within me was due to inadvertently dealing with inner, personal things (i.e., deep wounds) on the path to motherhood.
From the perspective of faith, I view this healing as a gift from God. I leave it to others to determine whether or not it was any more miraculous than my son’s existence or this morning’s sunrise.