Post by amor on Mar 20, 2012 11:46:26 GMT 1
Just another new member
« on: February 26, 2012, 12:52:05 PM »
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Hello all!
My name is Amor (obviously!) and I am Scots-born though I have lived in London for most of my life. I was first introduced to Paganism by a teacher at my senior school. I attended a strict convent school and one nun mentioned Samhian after being asked why Hallowe'en fell on the 31st of October. She told us Samhian was a festival of Evil, a time for people to fornicate with the Devil. At the time I accepted her explination but a few years later I began to question it, deciding there had to be another side to the story. (As my Grandmother said, there are three sides to every story, his side, her side and the Truth's side.)
After some digging I found more about Samhian and began to explore Paganism. I had been brought up in a strict Catholic family and always felt something was not quite right. Sitting in the back of my local library, reading about Pagans, Druids and Wiccans, something clicked. I knew this made far more sense to me than my Catholic upbringing. I was 15 or 16 years old at this time. A bit more digging reveled a few local covens, though none would accept me until I turned 18. It was pretty frustrating at the time though I now feel that makes a fair amout of sense. I felt I would feel complete once I joined a coven, once I had people around me who understood. I practiced in private for a few years, and kept tabs on one conven until I was 18 years old. It turned out to be an anti-climax. I felt a tiny bit better but something was still a little wrong. I only stayed with them for about a month before leaving again, conviced I was better on my own. I am still Solitary to this day.
It was not until I was 23 years old that I finaly realised who I was. I had been conviced something was wrong with me since I was about 13 years old, maybe a little sooner. The others girls would talk about boys and who was going out with who all the time as teenagers but I never really saw the joy if it. I thought I was somehow defective, due in part, I think, to the Catholic strictness I had grown up with. It was quite a sunny day so I went to Central London and saw a couple kissing. They seemed so happy, so content, and at that moment the penny dropped. I was, and always had been, gay.
My family was, to begin with, very unsupportive. They saw homosexuality as a sin and that, added to my increasing seperation form the Church, was enough to drive us apart. I didn't really see them for a year or so. It took a good few years (and lots of tears and tissues and tea) for us to get back to how we were before I came out of the closet (and the broom closet for that matter) but we are now a united family again. I do not mention my faith around them and they do not mention the Church around me.
I am now happily married and have been for 11 years and we have six children through a mix of previous relationships, adoption and IVF.
So, that was a little long winded but it's basicly me, Amor. Hello!
« on: February 26, 2012, 12:52:05 PM »
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Hello all!
My name is Amor (obviously!) and I am Scots-born though I have lived in London for most of my life. I was first introduced to Paganism by a teacher at my senior school. I attended a strict convent school and one nun mentioned Samhian after being asked why Hallowe'en fell on the 31st of October. She told us Samhian was a festival of Evil, a time for people to fornicate with the Devil. At the time I accepted her explination but a few years later I began to question it, deciding there had to be another side to the story. (As my Grandmother said, there are three sides to every story, his side, her side and the Truth's side.)
After some digging I found more about Samhian and began to explore Paganism. I had been brought up in a strict Catholic family and always felt something was not quite right. Sitting in the back of my local library, reading about Pagans, Druids and Wiccans, something clicked. I knew this made far more sense to me than my Catholic upbringing. I was 15 or 16 years old at this time. A bit more digging reveled a few local covens, though none would accept me until I turned 18. It was pretty frustrating at the time though I now feel that makes a fair amout of sense. I felt I would feel complete once I joined a coven, once I had people around me who understood. I practiced in private for a few years, and kept tabs on one conven until I was 18 years old. It turned out to be an anti-climax. I felt a tiny bit better but something was still a little wrong. I only stayed with them for about a month before leaving again, conviced I was better on my own. I am still Solitary to this day.
It was not until I was 23 years old that I finaly realised who I was. I had been conviced something was wrong with me since I was about 13 years old, maybe a little sooner. The others girls would talk about boys and who was going out with who all the time as teenagers but I never really saw the joy if it. I thought I was somehow defective, due in part, I think, to the Catholic strictness I had grown up with. It was quite a sunny day so I went to Central London and saw a couple kissing. They seemed so happy, so content, and at that moment the penny dropped. I was, and always had been, gay.
My family was, to begin with, very unsupportive. They saw homosexuality as a sin and that, added to my increasing seperation form the Church, was enough to drive us apart. I didn't really see them for a year or so. It took a good few years (and lots of tears and tissues and tea) for us to get back to how we were before I came out of the closet (and the broom closet for that matter) but we are now a united family again. I do not mention my faith around them and they do not mention the Church around me.
I am now happily married and have been for 11 years and we have six children through a mix of previous relationships, adoption and IVF.
So, that was a little long winded but it's basicly me, Amor. Hello!
