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A Recovering Catholic Wants to Confess...

Tonight I wish could go to a Drive-By Confessional and rattle off my sins to an anonymous priest, and be awarded absolution, forgiveness, mercy, and/or a nice little indulgence, if possible. (I only thought of an indulgence because the Roman Catholic Church is making them available again, according to a recent piece in the New York Times, and they sounded nice). Read More

confession or dumping?

I think confession should be distinguished from the urge to dump (a fairly self involved pursuit of relief from guilt that often harms someone else). Maybe that's what makes the Catholic confessional and the secular confessional (therapy, of course) so attractive. Some uninvolved party hears it all and might even help decide the proper way to make amends and even let it go.

Confessional talk show appearances and books: with few exceptions, nothing more than self exploitation. After the first few thrillers, haven't they all gotten to be a bit of a yawn?

Recovery and confession

I hope recovery from loss of a gall bladder (and from the preceding fear) is complete and relatively trouble-free. As for recovering from religion of any kind (or its effects), it's fine in concept but probably unachievable in reality.

I had an aunt who changed her allegiance of faith as frequently as she changed her hair color, in a time when doing neither was considered quite respectable. Myself, I think I have great tolerance for any religion, so long as no one expects me to observe it and so long as they don't talk about it or write about it for too long.

But I'm set against confession. Revelation is one thing; confession does (as everyone has indicated) intimate guilt. Like Mae West, I've "been things and done places," but who can feel guilty about having made an informed choice? If you are properly informed before making a choice, you know if there are likely to be consequences. Guilt just doesn't seem pertinent.

Pardon Me, But Your Bigotry Is Showing

It is interesting how acceptable "Recovering Catholic" is as a term of art by the learned cognoscenti. Catholicism as Pathology - well of course! Everyone I know from Boston to New York agrees with me!

I expect to see that newly designated psychic affliction listed in DSM V.

So tell me though, are people who have fallen away from other religious traditions similarly "Recovering"?

Hmmm? "A Recovering Jew Wants to Confess" How would that sound as a PT Blog headline?

Confession

As a practicing Crossback/Mackerel-snapper, I confess I really loved this piece. Part of the impact of confession is magical thinking, as in "If I speak these terrible things, they will be released from my conscience, and all will be loosened." Part of it is our hope that some parental figure (which in adult life can include lovers) will say, after hearing us confess to rodent-whipping, "Look, it's OK." And part is physical: it takes a lot of physical and psychic energy to keep all this stuff bottled up.

The only thing not explored is perhaps the most obvious thing: that all of us have things we hide and deny, and thus all of us have stuff to confess. Except for me. I confess I am too conventional and boring. I stole a lollipop in fourth grade. Swell.

comparisons of normality

On some level we all know that no person is perfect and that most of us have some dark secrets we haul around with us while smiling out at the world. Still, I believe we need assurance of our normality; a pat on the back that tells us that our burdens are no more haneous than the ones our neighbors carry. This may be the main reason we hang around people we consider to be like us. Sure having similiar interests and shared stories is grand but on a deeper level we feel that these people relate to our flaws and accept us anyway. My boyfriend and I always joke in the voice of a jaded Vietnam veteren, "I've seen some things man." It's said in jest but is truely a confession of our flaws and brings us both a sigh of relief. It's a perfect union of imperfect souls.

A Recovering Messageboard

Steve M: I think "A Recovering Jew Wants to Confess" would be a fine title if it were written by a recovering Jew. Barreca is a recovering Catholic. What's your point?

Sharply...

Simply that practicing Judaism is not viewed as a pathology inside the Boston - New York axis. Practicing Catholicism is.

Moreover, it's fair to say that few PT bloggers have any religious sensibilities. And surely many readers lack them too. That's fine by me. They are all fully entitled to their personal convictions.

However, using a term like Recovering Catholic is a crude indictment that instructs those who don't know any better. Believe it or not, even Catholics have spiritual dimensions that extend beyond caricature. But you wouldn't know that by reading Barreca.

I don't mind Barreca ruminating on her spiritual evolution. But I agree with the first commenter here, "Recovering Catholic" is a convenient way to blame an institution for all of one's problems.

Emotional Safety

I wonder if part of the need to confess only to certain people is about our sense of emotional safety with that other person. I wonder if women would tell their secrets to their man if he were able to remain nonjudgmental and supportive even when the confession involved hurting him? Isn't that ability to remain emotionally safe for others more common in the general make up of women,(gennerally speaking of course).
In the conffessional there is emotional safety built into the task itself: one person confesses, the other one listens without a lot of interaction.
I wonder if more of us learned to listen, would more of us dare to tell our secrets?

It's very coincidental that

It's very coincidental that I dreamt last night of going to confession. My confession dream dealt with me having to confess that I didn't go to confession enough, which made me feel guilty both in my dream and in real life. People could probably go to town with my confession dream and question whether I am currently dealing with guilt, and I suppose my response would be, well yeah. Is there anyone who can make it through a week without feeling guilty about something? And, when it comes to confessing to others, I've realized it depends on the person. To some, I will confess to one friend my guilt for eating that second sundae and to others my guilt over not returning phone calls. Thinking of you during your surgery!

Confession, therapy and guilt

"Psychoanalysis is confession without absolution."
G.K. Chesterton

Chesterton's comment perhaps also applies to other forms of therapy. Guilt is a perfectly normal and healthy emotion as psychologists on the psycho-dynamic spectrum such as Klein and Erikson have recognized. As readers interested in psychology we may see nothing wrong with healthily expressed anger or sexual desire, so why with healthily expressed guilt? If you feel the need for the sacrament of Confession, go ahead, you have nothing to lose but your chains!

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