Hey can I tweet about the time I was in my late teens and looking for help in figuring out being gay and a spiritual mentor sent me to a priest who was known to be a gifted healer?

anyway I got to his house and sat in this armchair and he started praying, holding his hands out towards me and going "ashantityashantityashantityashantityashantityashantity" which was supposed to be tongues I guess

he did this for a while and then he said we were going to do a prayer of visualization or something so he had me close my eyes

he asked me to picture myself as a single sperm, my father's sperm

then I was to hold out my hands and cup them around this single precious father's sperm, just hold it in love and light and healing

then he stood up over me while I was doing this and started the ashantityashantityashantityashantityashantity again

I opened my eyes because this was freaking me out and looked at his face and he was making a little frowny face

then he saw me looking at him and was like "it seems like you might be resisting the action of the spirit; can you try not to do that"

I said "I'm not sure"

Anyway he got me to try the Visualization thing again but I had checked out mentally and was like "I don't care if this works, I'm just not going to do that" so he told me I was resisting again and I left

That's the end of the story, I don't have any conclusion except that when I think of it I think I'd like to murder that priest

Hey imagine if you're a Catholic teen and you go to someone you trust as a Catholic authority and then they put you through this weird combination of occultism, victim-blaming, and spiritual abuse

And then you find the Gays and they tell you "love yourself, you're wonderful"

luckily I had been inoculated against the Gays, so at that point I had the choice of either spiritual abuse or nothing