Hi all,
I was raised as a Catholic, and it had terrible effects on me I'm still trying to get over. When I was 11, I had just discovered sexual feelings. I mean just barely, just enough to know how wonderful sex felt. Then the ax fell. I read in my parent's Catholic marriage manual (yes, sadly there really are such things!) that masturbation was a mortal sin. I got sick. Really sick. I stayed sick for the next 7 years. The nuns had drilled into us from first grade onward that there was no worse calamity than being in a state of mortal sin. Your soul turns black, you are far from God, and you're going to be tortured for all eternity. I was horrified, because I truly believed it. I knew that I was supposed to confess to a priest, but I was so ashamed of my body and of anything sexual that I couldn't bring myself to tell another living soul about my situation.
So for the next 7 years I banished sexuality from my life. I didn't masturbate, I didn't fantasise, I didn't even have a sexual dream that I can remember. I bargained with God: I'll give up sex forever, if only you don't send me to Hell.
I was so terrorised that I kept this up for virtually my entire adolescence and teenage years. I couldn't even hold hands with a girl I was interested in, much less kiss her; these things were 'occasions of sin' and would land me in Hell faster than I could blink an eye. I finally realised that a God who would torture a child for something as harmless as masturbation, but who allowed cancer and war and children's burn units to exist, was maybe not the be-all and the end-all of moral behaviour. Much less a role model or worthy of worship.
But the damage was done. I'm married, and at times we've had great sex. But it's not easy. How have other folks on Lit dealt with the harsh and damaging messages on sexuality that so much of organised religion deals out?
I was raised as a Catholic, and it had terrible effects on me I'm still trying to get over. When I was 11, I had just discovered sexual feelings. I mean just barely, just enough to know how wonderful sex felt. Then the ax fell. I read in my parent's Catholic marriage manual (yes, sadly there really are such things!) that masturbation was a mortal sin. I got sick. Really sick. I stayed sick for the next 7 years. The nuns had drilled into us from first grade onward that there was no worse calamity than being in a state of mortal sin. Your soul turns black, you are far from God, and you're going to be tortured for all eternity. I was horrified, because I truly believed it. I knew that I was supposed to confess to a priest, but I was so ashamed of my body and of anything sexual that I couldn't bring myself to tell another living soul about my situation.
So for the next 7 years I banished sexuality from my life. I didn't masturbate, I didn't fantasise, I didn't even have a sexual dream that I can remember. I bargained with God: I'll give up sex forever, if only you don't send me to Hell.
I was so terrorised that I kept this up for virtually my entire adolescence and teenage years. I couldn't even hold hands with a girl I was interested in, much less kiss her; these things were 'occasions of sin' and would land me in Hell faster than I could blink an eye. I finally realised that a God who would torture a child for something as harmless as masturbation, but who allowed cancer and war and children's burn units to exist, was maybe not the be-all and the end-all of moral behaviour. Much less a role model or worthy of worship.
But the damage was done. I'm married, and at times we've had great sex. But it's not easy. How have other folks on Lit dealt with the harsh and damaging messages on sexuality that so much of organised religion deals out?