Like how can everyone looking from the outside tell me I'll be ok when they have great lives and families but have NEVER walked a day in my shoes. Here is a rant about my mother and a priest.
She claims that I have it easy because I'm young, but I'm working three part time jobs on top of going to school, minding my younger sister when I get back from school, I have to bring my younger sister to work with me and do my homework there as well. My mother is extremely Catholic and is against me being exposed to the internet or social media. When I started showing signs of depression and PTSD she called our local priest to exorcise me. He had refused and said I needed professional help. She was furious with that and locked me in the bathroom for five days. I was given bread and water to survive on and every so often she would come in and say seven hail Mary's and claim the devil had taken over my body. She only let me out when she realised I was the only one making money and buying food. I have still yet to receive an apology from her. Not that I'm getting one. The local priest had helped me out a lot, he had set me up with a therapist and drove me there every Wednesday and Saturday for two months. He minded my sister while I worked or went to therapy. I don't hate being catholic because of the priest. I admire him very much, but when he found out that I was gay AND suicidal, he said I had strayed from the path of God. I didn't know how I felt about that. I still don't tbh. There is a lot more to this but I don't want to bring it up just yet.
I still live with my mother and I worked for a solid two years to pay back the priest. He didn't take it though, he said it was devils money
She claims that I have it easy because I'm young, but I'm working three part time jobs on top of going to school, minding my younger sister when I get back from school, I have to bring my younger sister to work with me and do my homework there as well. My mother is extremely Catholic and is against me being exposed to the internet or social media. When I started showing signs of depression and PTSD she called our local priest to exorcise me. He had refused and said I needed professional help. She was furious with that and locked me in the bathroom for five days. I was given bread and water to survive on and every so often she would come in and say seven hail Mary's and claim the devil had taken over my body. She only let me out when she realised I was the only one making money and buying food. I have still yet to receive an apology from her. Not that I'm getting one. The local priest had helped me out a lot, he had set me up with a therapist and drove me there every Wednesday and Saturday for two months. He minded my sister while I worked or went to therapy. I don't hate being catholic because of the priest. I admire him very much, but when he found out that I was gay AND suicidal, he said I had strayed from the path of God. I didn't know how I felt about that. I still don't tbh. There is a lot more to this but I don't want to bring it up just yet.
I still live with my mother and I worked for a solid two years to pay back the priest. He didn't take it though, he said it was devils money
