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A few weeks ago I wrote 10 Reasons Why I May Be Catholic and posted it to a few Catholic related Facebook Groups such as Ask a Catholic Priest.

In the original article I talk about my personal experience with Catholicism starting on the day I was born. In the 50s, 60s and 70s, the Catholic Church of Quebec did not inform single mother of their parental rights and aggressively, baptized newborns and placed then with conforming families (also defined as kidnapping). I was placed with parents, whom, like me had little to say about their own destiny, especially my adoptive mother who was placed in a cloistered Catholic convent at 16. I never received a competent Catholic education because most of the adults that surrounded me were going through the motions without much sincerity or became violently abusive when confronted with doubts about their Catholic identity. In fact, a lot of my education was couched in violence and I detailed a few of the examples in my post. I was confirmed against my will by the Bishop who sighed annoyed because I was crying and shaking. I did go on to work in a really awesome religious museum (I had to open the chapel for the photographer when this lovely photo was taken) and explain the rites and art of Catholics. I’ve even stayed in a convent. So while doing that I was able to consider what being a Catholic is supposed to be like… and in this personal moment I though that I, as someone who was either forced into and literally protested the process, must not be a Catholic. But, apparently, that’s not really how it works.


So basically there is no amount of atrocity that can undo the baptism. Soul greed is the name of the game here, not sincerity. So I am the party who is at fault here for not confirming to the religion that was imposed upon me violently by countless adults (who are also abusive to each other under the guise of religion)

Now all that I have to do is file papers with the local Archdiocese an voilà, I get my soul back! What next? I will continue to find ALL religions interesting, in a historical context, and continue to quietly reflect on life while stitching my Détentes…

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