I come from a very religious Catholic family. My life was OK until I was 11. Then we moved to a new town.
I did not adapt well to the new environment and was treated very badly by many other children. My mother's attitude was that only if I was nicer or more friendly with everyone they would treat me better. No matter what anyone did to me, she would not say a word against them. For 8th grade I got put in a class with a lot of bad kids. I asked her to go to the school and ask to put me in another class, but she wouldn't. That was a particularly bad school year for me.
All this time I was hearing in church and catechism how we must love our enemies, never feel anger or hate toward anyone, and be nice to others no matter what they did to us. My mother was a social person who could cope with a lot of different people; my brother and sister were more like her, but I was more like my father in being quiet and not good with people.
From all the bad things people did to me I got more and more angry at the church, more and more angry at my mother and more and more angry at Jesus. All I wanted was to be left alone, to be ignored, to disappear. In 8th grade I was in confirmation class but at the end of the year I told my mother I didn't want to be confirmed. She said "Don't you want to lead a Christian life?" What I thought, but didn't say, was "No, not if it means getting my ass kicked all the time and having to love the people who do it."
I tried to fit in more in high school but it didn't work. I ran away from home for a while at the beginning of my sophmore year, and as a result was allowed to leave high school at the end of that year and go to community college. My mother forced me to take a confirmation class and get confirmed but I didn't have to go to church so I didn't care.
My mother got cancer and appeared to be out of it and on the verge of death on my 18th birthday. She couldn't communicate at that time so I went away for military training. She recovered somewhat and I talked to her on the phone a few times but didn't go back and she died after a few weeks.
A few years ago I decided to read the New Testament to see if it really said what I was told it did. I found it was not nearly as harsh as it was made out to be, but still problematic for me. Jesus healed many people. But he also insisted that people never feel anger and give unconditional forgiveness to everyone.
I'm still consumed with rage toward the people who hurt me and my mother. I never got over this. I'm still very uncomfortable and fearful with people.
Jesus will forgive everything, absolutely everything, except not forgiving. If a person has been a victim of harm the first question Christians ask is "Have you forgiven them?" If the answer is no, you get no further help or compassion. Some will generously allow that it is a "process" but it is still assumed that eventually you will forgive the person.
I don't think I can or would want to ever forgive these people. They new what they were doing and they enjoyed it. I try to understand my mother's situation- my parents were very stressed financially and she had a hard upbringing- but she gave me platitudes instead of protection and made me feel like it was my fault.
I can't figure any way around this and would like to know what help anyone can give me.
I did not adapt well to the new environment and was treated very badly by many other children. My mother's attitude was that only if I was nicer or more friendly with everyone they would treat me better. No matter what anyone did to me, she would not say a word against them. For 8th grade I got put in a class with a lot of bad kids. I asked her to go to the school and ask to put me in another class, but she wouldn't. That was a particularly bad school year for me.
All this time I was hearing in church and catechism how we must love our enemies, never feel anger or hate toward anyone, and be nice to others no matter what they did to us. My mother was a social person who could cope with a lot of different people; my brother and sister were more like her, but I was more like my father in being quiet and not good with people.
From all the bad things people did to me I got more and more angry at the church, more and more angry at my mother and more and more angry at Jesus. All I wanted was to be left alone, to be ignored, to disappear. In 8th grade I was in confirmation class but at the end of the year I told my mother I didn't want to be confirmed. She said "Don't you want to lead a Christian life?" What I thought, but didn't say, was "No, not if it means getting my ass kicked all the time and having to love the people who do it."
I tried to fit in more in high school but it didn't work. I ran away from home for a while at the beginning of my sophmore year, and as a result was allowed to leave high school at the end of that year and go to community college. My mother forced me to take a confirmation class and get confirmed but I didn't have to go to church so I didn't care.
My mother got cancer and appeared to be out of it and on the verge of death on my 18th birthday. She couldn't communicate at that time so I went away for military training. She recovered somewhat and I talked to her on the phone a few times but didn't go back and she died after a few weeks.
A few years ago I decided to read the New Testament to see if it really said what I was told it did. I found it was not nearly as harsh as it was made out to be, but still problematic for me. Jesus healed many people. But he also insisted that people never feel anger and give unconditional forgiveness to everyone.
I'm still consumed with rage toward the people who hurt me and my mother. I never got over this. I'm still very uncomfortable and fearful with people.
Jesus will forgive everything, absolutely everything, except not forgiving. If a person has been a victim of harm the first question Christians ask is "Have you forgiven them?" If the answer is no, you get no further help or compassion. Some will generously allow that it is a "process" but it is still assumed that eventually you will forgive the person.
I don't think I can or would want to ever forgive these people. They new what they were doing and they enjoyed it. I try to understand my mother's situation- my parents were very stressed financially and she had a hard upbringing- but she gave me platitudes instead of protection and made me feel like it was my fault.
I can't figure any way around this and would like to know what help anyone can give me.
