in_ardua_tendit wrote on 27 Apr 2021 17:21:
Hey everyone,
I want to add some to my introduction. You should know the full me. I was born in 1990. My mother converted to Judaism. I was raised initially in a Conservative shul that my dad’s family was and remains very active in. I was raised to know I was Jewish. I took it very seriously even as a child. I also knew my mother’s parents were Catholic and that was her family background. We went to their house for Christmas and Easter most years. My dad didn’t come. They lived across town and I was very close with them and loved them very much.
When I was seven years old, my parents separated and ultimately divorced. The final trigger for the separation was that my mom didn’t want us kids to be up so late at the Passover Seder that evening. My dad said too bad, or something like that. Of course there had been issues for years. Some of these were around religious conflict but many were not. My dad was out of work for three years, probably depressed, and a difficult person to be partnered to. My mom is also not always the easiest person. She has strong opinions and felt she could not get my dad to do anything for himself or his family’s sake. I believe my mother took her conversion seriously and wanted her children to be Jewish. She never tried to undermine our upbringing but did want us to share in family holidays and occasions with our grandparents.
After the divorce my dad began to practice Orthodox Judaism and joined a modern orthodox shul next to our prior one. We (my sister and I) visited our dad every other weekend and he would take us out for dinner once a week. We also spent most Jewish holidays and then six weeks in the summer. I have to confess that I hated this much of the time. My mother moved to be closer to her parents - other side of the city - and I was very angry with my father whether this was fair or not. Angry that I had to be torn away from my mother and looking back angry about the whole situation. I even have class work from those first years including an assignment “write what your goals are” and one goal was to not visit my father.
At the same time I was exposed to a much higher level of religious observance (at my dad’s we became shomer Shabbos and no longer ate out at restaurants - no kosher restaurants in our city - where before we kept kosher at home and would eat out but only order ostensibly kosher items etc.) - at the same time, my mom was exploring Christianity although we still observed some Jewish holidays at that time with her. But we didn’t go to shul etc. So two very different households. We began to go to mass semi regularly with my mom and she eventually returned to Catholicism and was eventually confirmed in the Church. There was a time I wanted to grow up to be a Priest. To be honest I found much in common in terms of the style if not the form of the liturgy between catholic mass and synagogue. I don’t think I was ever a “believer” in the divinity of Jesus but I learned catholic prayers, said the rosary sometimes, etc. I never accepted communion because I wasn’t baptized or confirmed in the Church. At the same time I was going to synagogue with my dad twice a month and though no formal religious education was a voracious reader and would sometimes sit with the chumash reading the translation and commentary. I still have birchat hamazon memorized fully, etc etc. I still knew and believed I was Jewish.
Then the tricky part. One day my dad had me come up to dress the Torah. This was something I’d done at our old synagogue and at a retirement home chapel where my dad sometimes led Shabbat services. But this time on my way to the bimah someone said no - not rudely, but a firm he cannot do that. I was confused and embarrassed. My dad later explained it was because by their view I was not Jewish because the rabbi who did my mom’s conversion was Conservative.
I pretended even to myself not to care but this hurt me a great deal. One reaction was a feeling of F U not to any individual but to the situation in general. I didn’t ask to be orthodox and where most of my family went and by their standards I was Jewish as anyone else. Another reaction was self doubt. This came in much more as an adult. Who am I and what am I and what should I be doing. I resisted Christianity in part because of my Judaism. But was that all an illusion?
Now I am 30 nearly 31 years old and I am so confused not just about religion. Porn began to fill all the emotional voids in my life and to salve the hurt from my young teens. I’ve relied on it for so long. I have been in a relationship with a wonderful woman for almost five years and I feel like I should marry her but I also have so many doubts and so much confusion. I could say much more but should probably end here for now. Thank you in advance to anyone who reads this.
Have you spoken to anyone (a Rabbi?) about any of this?
This sounds really complicated, I hope you can sort it all out. Sounds like you really went through a lot, I have no words.