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My mum had a fall, and I took her to the GP, and he said that he wanted her to have a scan; this was very worrying.
A couple of days later in church the Gospel was about the man who was possessed of many demons, who met the Lord, and those demons were cast into a herd of pigs nearby and then the pigs ran over a cliff. I am sure everyone knows the story; Luke 8.
At the prayers this was said (not by the Vicar, by another man; N). 'Bearing in mind our Gospel reading for today, we pray for all who are mentally ill.'
I found this deeply distressing, could not take communion, and I left as soon after the blessing as I could. I was sitting next to the Vicar's wife and she knew what was wrong because I had written on my service sheet 'mentally ill =/= demon possession'.
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, which used to be called multiple personality disorder. I am not Legion, I am just me; fragmented into bits. One person, broken. Nothing to do with demons of any kind.
The Tuesday following this I took my mum for the scan, and it found something very serious. I spent all day with her; at one surgery, then with her own GP, then at the A&E department of the hospital. Overnight she was transferred to another hospital and prepared for emergency surgery.
I texted my Vicar to say what was happening with mum and he rang and said what did I need. I couldn't think of anything at that point so I said you can come and have a cup of tea with me if you want. So he came.
I was beyond exhausted. We talked about mum, but I could tell there was an undercurrent about what happened on Sunday. I read him a text from my cousin about my mum and he said, maybe it was not meant in that tone of voice. I said of course it was not meant in that tone of voice; she is not where I am.
So, because I knew there was an atmosphere I spoke about Sunday, and I explained how difficult it had been. He took it as an attack on N, and said he was not going to take sides against N. I said it is not about taking sides, and he said yes it is; you attacked N. I said, where was the attack? He said, 'You said 'that man said ... ''. (I had forgotten his name.)
He said it was about what was thought long ago; I said no, it is about what was said on Sunday, in your church. It is about an association made then; on Sunday.
After a while my daughter came downstairs and said this really isn't the time; we are about to go to the hospital to see Gran; this isn't the time. Vicar agreed it wasn't the time, but started to put his own point of view again. I just looked at the floor.
Then the Vicar said, 'I'm leaving.' and he got up and walked out. I followed him to the door and said, 'Are you walking out?' and he said, 'I'm leaving.'
Every other time when he has left me he has said, 'God bless you.' There was no such blessing this time.
We went to see mum; she proved to be too unwell for surgery and was sent home the next day. In effect there is nothing to be done; she may live a month, or six months. Or she may die any moment; there is no knowing when.
I emailed the Vicar to explain why those words were so painful and got a note in return saying he was praying for me. I replied to say that prayer is nice, but does not offer a way forward. I asked for reasonable adjustments under disability legislation; I asked that he ensure that if I am in church no connection be made again, however tenuous, in an actual church service between mental health and demon possession. If I am not there they can say what they like; it can't hurt me. I said that study groups etc are fine; he can't control what is said there (and I can reply). But in services, if I am present, can he ensure this does not happen again. I said if the answer is no, then please do not reply. I also said that I am very upset about my mother and not strong enough to go back to church for a while in any case.
A week later, he has not replied. The Vicar thinks himself rather more attuned to mentally ill people than most; he thinks he has some kind of special calling to us. But ...
So I am left without a Vicar or a church, and my mother is very, very unwell. My dad died in January, and we have barely recovered from that, and now this.
I am sure I have not handled this as well as I might have done. But I don't think I am the only one.
A couple of days later in church the Gospel was about the man who was possessed of many demons, who met the Lord, and those demons were cast into a herd of pigs nearby and then the pigs ran over a cliff. I am sure everyone knows the story; Luke 8.
At the prayers this was said (not by the Vicar, by another man; N). 'Bearing in mind our Gospel reading for today, we pray for all who are mentally ill.'
I found this deeply distressing, could not take communion, and I left as soon after the blessing as I could. I was sitting next to the Vicar's wife and she knew what was wrong because I had written on my service sheet 'mentally ill =/= demon possession'.
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, which used to be called multiple personality disorder. I am not Legion, I am just me; fragmented into bits. One person, broken. Nothing to do with demons of any kind.
The Tuesday following this I took my mum for the scan, and it found something very serious. I spent all day with her; at one surgery, then with her own GP, then at the A&E department of the hospital. Overnight she was transferred to another hospital and prepared for emergency surgery.
I texted my Vicar to say what was happening with mum and he rang and said what did I need. I couldn't think of anything at that point so I said you can come and have a cup of tea with me if you want. So he came.
I was beyond exhausted. We talked about mum, but I could tell there was an undercurrent about what happened on Sunday. I read him a text from my cousin about my mum and he said, maybe it was not meant in that tone of voice. I said of course it was not meant in that tone of voice; she is not where I am.
So, because I knew there was an atmosphere I spoke about Sunday, and I explained how difficult it had been. He took it as an attack on N, and said he was not going to take sides against N. I said it is not about taking sides, and he said yes it is; you attacked N. I said, where was the attack? He said, 'You said 'that man said ... ''. (I had forgotten his name.)
He said it was about what was thought long ago; I said no, it is about what was said on Sunday, in your church. It is about an association made then; on Sunday.
After a while my daughter came downstairs and said this really isn't the time; we are about to go to the hospital to see Gran; this isn't the time. Vicar agreed it wasn't the time, but started to put his own point of view again. I just looked at the floor.
Then the Vicar said, 'I'm leaving.' and he got up and walked out. I followed him to the door and said, 'Are you walking out?' and he said, 'I'm leaving.'
Every other time when he has left me he has said, 'God bless you.' There was no such blessing this time.
We went to see mum; she proved to be too unwell for surgery and was sent home the next day. In effect there is nothing to be done; she may live a month, or six months. Or she may die any moment; there is no knowing when.
I emailed the Vicar to explain why those words were so painful and got a note in return saying he was praying for me. I replied to say that prayer is nice, but does not offer a way forward. I asked for reasonable adjustments under disability legislation; I asked that he ensure that if I am in church no connection be made again, however tenuous, in an actual church service between mental health and demon possession. If I am not there they can say what they like; it can't hurt me. I said that study groups etc are fine; he can't control what is said there (and I can reply). But in services, if I am present, can he ensure this does not happen again. I said if the answer is no, then please do not reply. I also said that I am very upset about my mother and not strong enough to go back to church for a while in any case.
A week later, he has not replied. The Vicar thinks himself rather more attuned to mentally ill people than most; he thinks he has some kind of special calling to us. But ...
So I am left without a Vicar or a church, and my mother is very, very unwell. My dad died in January, and we have barely recovered from that, and now this.
I am sure I have not handled this as well as I might have done. But I don't think I am the only one.
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