RIP Mark Priestley 28 August 2008
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Well, this morning I felt like titling this post “Disappointed” with the body “…that I woke up…”, because it was honestly how I felt. I went to sleep last night hoping for that outcome.
I guess however, things were quickly put into perspective. In the news today, an actor in a popular Australian medical drama “All Saints” was found dead, reportedly of suicide due to depression.
He was only 32.
Rest in peace Mark.
Lifeline 22 May 2008
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Firstly, I would like to say I am eternally grateful this service exists here in Australia. I am sure that it helps so many people on a regular basis.
Today, I made a call to Lifeline. Over the last few months, I have considered calling Lifeline to talk with someone, but I have never been big on the idea of counselling. I am a very private person, and I thought I would have difficulty to discuss such intimate details of myself with someone else.
But, I was quite surprised in the end how easy it became as the conversation drew on.
I have not been coping well with stress at the moment. It is drawing to the end of the semester, there are lots of assignments due, and exams approaching, and recent events have just taken so much out of me, there is barely anything left to deal with all this.
I woke this morning extremely depressed, with a high amount of anxiety. I dropped my mother and sister off at the station, and returned home to an empty house. At the moment, this is the worst thing for me, to be alone. I received an sms from a very close friend, and sent off a reply. I logged into my computer, saw a friend on msn. He is at work, so we only chatted briefly. His fiance is was on facebook, and likewise she is at work. We chatted briefly, but understandable they are busy. My sister also gave me a quick call from work. I had tried to call her earlier but she was unavailable.
The net result of all of this, is I am alone. Isolated. I said a prayer. It still did not change how I felt.
I looked up the Lifeline number on their website. I wasn’t sure if I should call. Would I be tying the line up for someone who needed it more, but I saw on the website, it is also for people feeling isolated or alone. After some consideration, I got the courage to pick up the phone and dial the number. After a quick announcement, an operator picked up the call. It all happened so fast, I was tempted to hang up in panic. But I stayed on, and eventually over a significant period of time, I had recalled my story, warts and all. Some details took particular courage.
But it did help. I did not feel alone.
The next steps, see university counsellor, see a LifeLine counsellor. I will have to do the former, and still thinking about the latter.
But, I cannot stress how important these services are to society. It’s hard to appreciate something until you need it.
More stories 19 May 2008
Posted by sydcatholic80 in Uncategorized.Tags: celibacy, celibate, christian, faith, gay, homosexuality, kissing, loneliness, partner, relationships, SSA, Stories, struggle, suicide
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Hi all.
Still googling, or browsing through wordpress sites, I have found another raw, honest blog about a gay Christian, and how they are dealing with their life.
I will post the links here to posts I have read from him:
I can identify with the emotions Corey has honestly shared in his stories. I must say, having read these I can see I have a long way to go yet in finding true peace, but at least I know I am on the right path.
Corey lives alone, and this raises the question: Can two SSA people live together, sharing their lives, and still have a life that is good in God’s eyes? Does God expect SSA people to live alone without a partner at all?
From all the literature available, it seems it is only the homosexual act that is sinful. To me this leaves open the possibility that two SSA people can live together, and love each other, and as long as both can agree and strive to remain celibate, this relationship would not be regarded as sinful.
Also another grey area is kissing. In regular relationships, people are not expected to refrain from kissing before they are married. So it seems reasonable to me, that two SSA people kissing are not committing a sin. If this is considered sinful, why? Does this mean all other heterosexual couples who engage in premarital kissing are likewise guilty of sin?
I turn this over to you…
Moving forward, though slowly… 19 May 2008
Posted by sydcatholic80 in Stories.Tags: breakup, catholic, depression, gay, homosexuality, loneliness, loss, pain, religion, SSA, struggle, suicide
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I guess it is time for another reflection from me.
It has been now just over 3 months since my relationship was ended. I can say I have never experienced such agony, such loss. I don’t normally listen to non-classical music, but I do hear it in my comings and goings, and I understand now why there are so many songs written about the pain of breakup.
It was my first relationship, and I really thought from the outset it was my last. It was reaching 5 years, and not without its up’s and downs, but I thought it was strong. Turns out I was on the Titanic, and fated to hit the iceberg in December 2007. It took a further month-and-a-half to sink (I worked to save it), but in the end, demise was inevitable.
Over these months, I have been through so much. My world stopped for about 2 months. The first month, was excruciating pain, burning chest pains and poor sleep. I lived in false hope that it was just temporary. The hardest part about it all was the communication blackout. A text message was all that was offered to indicate the fate of the relationship. The words were extremely economical and spare. I had to elicit response with questions of which reply consisted of one word answers. Never again did I hear was I to hear his voice (he refused voice communication, and I never heard or saw him again. That weekend, I was at home alone, and my friends were all away or busy. On that Sunday, I comprehended for the first time why someone would take their life. I just wanted to die.
The second month started with me getting the flu. Coincidentally, my mother was interstate for a week, and the rest of my family was out at work. I spent my time at home alone, and I spiraled to my lowest ever. This was the beginning of a month of isolation. My appetite had already waned over the first month, and almost ground to a halt in this second month. My emotions were ranging from despair to anger to hatred. I prayed hard to let these bad passions flow from me.
I had support from close friends, and my sister. The rest of my family was unaware of what had happened, though they noticed my condition. I was a shadow of myself. Internally I was demolished, and had no energy to keep that happy face on, hiding my pain. I lost any will to live, and felt like it was all over. My mum and dad were troubled, and asked me on many occasions what was wrong, to which my reply was always that there was nothing wrong. I could barely eat. Over this time, I had now lost 15 kg (33 lbs).
My friends all went above and beyond, but through no fault of their own, were helpless, and I know this was hurting them. By this stage, I was no longer in love with the ex. I was in love with whom I thought he was. An ideal. Since I had no communication, I could not understand what had happened. I learned a lot about him using the internet, and discovered a stranger. That was a blow even harder than the first. Again I turned to prayer. I included my ex and his new partner, whom he had been seeing on the side in the last 6 months of 2007, in my prayers. I avoided blame or judgement. This is just how it is meant to be.
This third month has been recovery. I have been praying harder than I ever have, so many questions, so many prayers. Why? How? What was wrong? They have been my mantra over the last 3 months.
With hindsight, I know my relationship with God has not been the closest over the last 5 years. I made my ex the centre of my life, an unhealthy choice.
I was lost, but The Shepherd came for me. I had turned to a path of destruction, but was rescued. I know God loves me. I don’t understand how or why things have happened, but I have finally surrendered these worries over to his care. He has a plan for me. I suffered greatly, but did Jesus not suffer the ultimate pain for my sins. I have a new chance at this life.
Where to from here, I don’t know. I see this blog as part of what I have to do going forward. I want other people like me to know they are not alone. I want them to know they can be SSA, and still love and know God, and can still practice their faith. I want them to know that yes, even though we make mistakes, and gravely offend God with our sins, God still loves and forgives us. Eventually, we learn.
A Gay Catholic Guy in Sydney Australia 16 May 2008
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Hi all.
This is the opening post.
I guess what has happened to me since the beginning of the year has led me to embarking on this blog.
Some background details (by the way, this is not an advertisement, just my background so you can understand who I am) :
I am a fairly conservative, old fashioned guy, from a traditional european catholic family. That I guess presents some problems for me as far as the fact that I am also gay. I am not really open about it, but my friends do know and accept me. I am not really the stereotypical gay guy. I don’t criticise others for their lives, thats who they are, but I don’t apologise for being me either. It is not a lifestyle thing for me. And being old fashioned, I’m hardly the type for clubs or the scene. My lifestyle is fairly family, friend and community oriented. I enjoy spending time chatting, playing board games, going to the symphony, opera, theatre, movies. I enjoy nature and its beauty. I love classical music, and I play the piano. I am also a little bit of a geek with technology, and passionate about computers. At my core, I get most pleasure out of helping other people.
Until this year, I have been in a 5 year relationship with a guy I met online. I remember even back then, it seemed hard to find someone who was genuinely interested in something long-term. All seemed well for a while, but towards the end of last year this person began seeing someone on the side, and once i found out, you can imagine things went down hill pretty quickly, and in fact, the person I had met 5 years back, is not the person that broke up with me. Something has changed in his life. He now seeks a more sexually fulfilling lifestyle with a variety of people.
Needless to say, it has been a very devastating blow to myself. It has led me to so many questions.
I have signed myself up to many gay dating sites, and I have been fairly honest about who I am in my profile, but it seems there isn’t much interest, and most guys are not as conservative as myself, let alone have any interest in anything religious. I have only encountered 3 profiles out of many hundreds who are gay, catholic, and still have some sort of spiritual connection with their faith.
I have spent the months trying to fill a void inside myself (I am sure I am not still in love with the ex), but there is so much turmoil and pain.
I have always been fairly involved in my church community, and have always valued my faith. After a lot of re-evaluation, I can say it is still high in importance, and in moving forward, I don’t want to compromise myself again.
Google searching for gay and catholic turns up very little. Mostly articles of the church condemning gay people, or other newsy, tabloid style items. But there is very little in terms of peoples stories and how they overcome their troubles. If there is anything, it is usually something over in the U.S. But there is not so much going on here in Australia.
I’m not looking for easy answers. It is not an easy topic. I know God created me, and I understand the order of the universe. But I also know God has created me the way I am. I didn’t choose this path, and knowing how difficult it is, I wouldn’t have chosen it either! So what does God have planned for me?
Am I meant to be alone? Sure I have great family and friends and community, but humans need a close companion. We were made for it. Life is very lonely by one’s self. Everyone else pairs off and settles down. There is only so much time that people can give you before they have to continue on with their own daily routines. And I don’t begrudge them that either. They have all been very generous with me for sure. But there is going to come a time where I am truly alone. How is this what it is meant to be?
At the beginning of this trouble, I had seriously wondered was life worth continuing with. In fact, at my low points, that voice often speaks up. But it is not a powerful voice, and I can see the folly of such an act. But I do understand now how some people can get to that stage. Last week at mass, I heard the homily by our priest, and these words rang out to me:
“…life is a gift from God, and the worst possible thing we can do, is to return that gift, unopened.”
That really made me think, and appreciate that life is not really that bad for me. Not when you take the fact that I have food, shelter and clothing, I have family, friends, a job, education and possessions I have built up over the last decade. So why is it that I am feeling so bad? Why can’t I just feel happy? There are people who are far worse off than myself, yet they manage to live life cheerfully.
A close friend of mine, who has depression, has identified the same pattern in me. He wants me to go get help for it, but it is scary proposition for one who is so private about things personal. But I do acknowledge that it is a problem that needs to be dealt with, and have not been doing so well on my own.
Anyhow, this is a first post, not a very good or polished one, but better to get something out there.
I’m interested to hear anyone else’s stories.


