NO! NAY! NEVER! NEVER REPORT TO THE CHURCH FIRST!

NO! NAY! NEVER!   NEVER REPORT TO THE CHURCH FIRST!
THAT IS OUR SUGGESTION AFTER 36 YEARS OF TRYING TO HELP WOMEN.

Today the BostonHerald.com article  reported that Cardinal O'Malley suggests abuse victims turn to an anonymous third-party system for reporting sexual abuse by cardinals and bishops!

NEWS FLASH!!!  Citizens have a third party to whom criminal activity needs to be reported, and that is the police and legal system.  Our experience with women who have been abused, mothers of children of priests who have tried to work within the Church first have found themselves treated unjustly.

PLEASE go to the police and get yourself an attorney and do not depend upon the Church or anyone paid by the Church to attend to you or your needs or concerns.  Obviously if you, out of sentiment, or devout fidelity to your Faith, want to inform the Church as well, that is your decision, but take it from the women who have had years of experience, protect yourself (and your child if that applies.

Here is one legal guide published by Attorney Ron Sarno in New Jersey for mothers of the children of priests.  You may be in love, but take care of your child's rights...

Protect yourself and if you have the child of a priest, for God's sake protect that child's rights.

Good Tidings

Here it is the beginning of March, 2019!  How sad it is that Good Tidings still exists!  How sad that woman are still in need of peer support as they remain in their relationships with priests.  Yes, I use the word "relationship" because I don't agree that the word is limited to loving relationships, but also applies to abusive ones, or other forms such as friendship, or mentoring.  The word is not exclusive to relationships of equals as our romantic songs and media would have us think.

Women in relationships with priests can be blessed or cursed by the nature and quality of that relationship.  Those blessed, know they are loved because it is not hidden.  They are not "second place" to priesthood.  Their children, if the priest fathers children, are not hidden, or denied, or silenced regarding their "dads" but are loved openly before God and people, REGARDLESS THE COST!

The news that has been in all papers and media throughout the world in recent weeks has been covering sexual abuse by Roman Catholic clergy.  It is real and widespread, leaving faithful priests suffering in the wake of the playboys.  It leaves the Roman Catholic faithful suffering as well, whether they are family or friends of abuse victims, or victims in the pews suffering from the awareness they have been betrayed by priests who vest and present themselves as celibate chaste priests while they are actually buggering the children and youth among us.  It is a horror.  It is not a nightmare though, because it is real and affects us all in our ability to trust.  We are not dreaming, we are living this horror.

Good Tidings has quietly addressed the matter of adult women and priests, and sadly those who are abused by priests.  Vulnerable adults do not get the sympathy that abused youth naturally and rightly get.  Adults are supposed to be able to protect themselves, so it is thought.  Yet, the reason we have professional licensing among doctors and lawyers and other helping professionals is to protect vulnerable adults who seek their assistance.  When professionals abuse clients, the professionals lose their licenses.  It is how life works.  Yet priests who abuse are yet to be automatically defrocked!  Rather they have been and continue to be protected in one way or another and I for one have become convinced that those who protect them are themselves abusers in hiding.

This blog will from this point on, be open to some of the women who have been affected by this issue of priestly sexual misconduct.  And, make no mistake, that is what it is (minimally), sexual misconduct!  Priests are bound by chastity, as are all Christians.  Priests of the Latin Rite of the Roman Catholic Church (as well as other Rites in the US and Canada) are also bound by mandatory clerical celibacy (unless of course they were lucky enough to be born Anglican, ordained Anglican priests and converted to Roman Catholicism over their opposition to women priests, in which case THEY get to have their wives and families).  Priests generally are expected to be chaste and celibate.  When they are not, they need to decide which path they are taking (until Rome allows the option of married priesthood to ALL).

When my husband and I realized we loved each other, back in the 1970's, we realized we needed serious discernment regarding our choices.  We took two years for that.  When after counseling and spiritual direction my husband was at peace, we married in 1980.  He was punished for his integrity.  Had he stayed and played, he would have had a comfortable life, respected by all who thought they knew him, and thought him to be honest, and a celibate priest.  Rather, he chose to be honest in reality, and not hide me, and to father a family in public, not keeping us hidden.  Integrity is possible.  Over 100,000 priests have chosen integrity and left canonical priesthood to live honest lives.  The Church has a right to honest priests, honest servants, and has a right to demand honesty and integrity from those priests who remain in canonical priesthood.

I've heard priests talk about the phrase, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"  That is the most misogynous statement any man can make, and when priests live by that thinking it is disgusting.

Women need to be aware.  You would not take such treatment from any layman!  Don't take it from a priest who uses his priesthood as an excuse to hide you or the children you have with him.  Thousands of priests have made the choice for integrity  Your guy is no better than they are, and has no right to presume his right to priesthood.  Your guy has no right to abuse you or your love, or expect you to protect his living a lie.  If you do, you teach your children to do the same.

Priests of the Lie!  That needs to end in our time so the future of priesthood is not destroyed.

Cait Finnegan

Good Tidings has been around awhile.  Women have contacted us, met with one another via old pen and ink letters (remember them, pre-internet days), via telephone, via the internet after it arrived with its online groups for posts and chat, and in person when fear didn't prevent them.  They sometimes brought their children.  Over the years since 1983 the women have aged, and the children of priests have grown up--at least those from the early years.

Today, I am delighted that Vincent Doyle in Galway Ireland has gone public not only with his own personal story, but has begun a group specifically for the CHILDREN OF PRIESTS around the world.  Vincent pulled this together over a few years online, particularly on Facebook.  He's put countless hours into networking and supporting other children of priests through the group he calls COPING.

I cannot applaud him enough, and the many who have supported him and this effort.  It is not easy for children of priests to go public with their personal stories of being neglected or ignored by their priest fathers, while watching their mothers struggle for years to be both mother and father.   These are the children to whom we always referred as the Holy Innocents.  Indeed they are!  Today these kids, and ADULT CHILDREN have found their voice--an answer to years of prayer.

I encourage children of Roman Catholic priests to contact COPINGINTERNATIONAL.COM and add your names and stories to the public forum, and do your part to change the Church and help other children of priests.

Peace to you!

Cait Finnegan
www.goodtidingsministries.org

You Can See It In Their Eyes

 

Pain and shame!  You can see both in their eyes!  If they are on the road to healing, you'll see anger growing, and that's a good thing!  St. Augustine tells us that anger is the beginning of courage.  All wounded people need to harness anger to heal.  There is a need to harness it, and add hope to it, and onward they go!   So that negative cycles of abuse won't repeat throughout their lives, it's important they come to understand their own situations, and to understand that vulnerability draws abusive men or women to them like a magnet.

Obviously we all know now that there are men in the priesthood, as well as brothers and sisters, who are there for the wrong reasons.  I'm not talking about the good priests here.  Sadly they are too often overlooked because the good they do gets overshadowed by the "priests of the lie."   The latter who abuse may begin as innocent victims themselves, or simply be dealing with the repressed sexuality--but for the benefit of those we are helping it doesn't matter why their abusers were in that place of power, but it is important to know they were, recognize it, and be able to recognize the dynamics should they happen again.  This stuff is about power OVER--rather than the power of love FOR others--which is the true call of priesthood and religious life.  These abusers are so screwed up spiritually, as well as psychologically they lose all memory of what their life is SUPPOSED to reflect.  They become obsessed with what they cannot have, and the women, just like the children who are abused by pedophiles, become objects to satisfy their needs, not humans deserving of respect--and Christian charity. 

The fact that these are adult women does NOT make their relationships loving ones!  Love never abuses!  If a priest falls in love (which does happen--we need only look at the men in CORPUS, and those like it around the world, who did the right thing), he takes the measure to seek spiritual guidance, counseling, and have the integrity to leave the priesthood and not just go on to "stay and play."

We can pick out the playboys because they rarely if ever stop at one woman!  They have a series of women through their entire priestly life, and often it does not even begin until they reach middle age.  The Church manages to use their youthful zeal to keep them too busy to remember what they gave up.  But when middle age hits,  and REAL loneliness sets in, if these men are not called by GOD to celibacy (as opposed to celibacy demanded by the Vatican) they really face the struggle of a lifetime.  Some leave for all the right reasons, others just make do, and can't give up the 3 squares and a roof to try to earn a living.  They may not be bad men, but it is a slippery slope once they forget why they are there, and ignore their promise (to obey the celibacy requirement on Latin Rite priests) and disregard Christian Chastity entirely.  Women become the easy targets for their adolescent experimentation which goes on forever because men such as they generally just don't grow up unless they decide to do so and take all the right steps.

What support groups offer is extremely important--peer support, and encouragement to claim their own power and future.  Listening is vital, because most such victims cannot find the listening ear within their family/friend circle.  Family and friends get sick and tired of hearing it.  So peer support group listening is all the more important.  From my experience with such women, encouraging therapy is also important.  We can't change the past, but we need to learn from it.  Vulnerable women are not to blame for the abuse they suffered.  Yet, as adults, as opposed to abused youth who are immature, after they are clear on what caused their vulnerability (via counseling) they do need to take action, or their inaction will be a choice in itself simply to allow the vulnerability to continue and some form of repetition will follow--if not with a priest, then with some other person in power.  Taking action to reclaim their lives is very much the healing journey of the child victim who later as an adult takes similar steps, and it must be so for adult victims.  Whether those are legal/civil actions to regain their own power and control, or personal choices to better themselves and continue to walk their own healing path--or (hopefully) both--ONLY the women can do this for themselves.  Our role as people who care is to empower them as best we can. 

All of us who have been victimized in life had needs which we wanted met.  Those needs were NOT met by our abusers--not at all!   Oh, but the abusers certainly can and do recognize vulnerable youth and adults who have some kind of need--whether it is for a sympathetic ear and heart, a warm hug, an encouraging spiritual mother/father image, general sense of security and trust, something which makes us think our needs are being met by the fake affection of abusers.  FAKE AFFECTION--not love!  Yet to the vulnerable, that is a very, very difficult distinction to make.  A woman who is carrying her own baggage may turn to a priest in full trust that he is sexually safe, just to unload her burden on a person who has publicly proclaimed that he IS SEXUALLY SAFE (by his promise of celibacy and Christian mandate of chastity).  He, like therapists, MUST keep the boundaries because by the very nature of some ministry they are going to deal with men and women whose boundaries have already been shattered or perhaps never truly existed.  It's the priests' duty to keep those people safe, not to exploit their vulnerability.

When I talk privately with women who've been abused by priests, and ask them directly if they were ever sexually OR emotionally exploited as children OR as teenagers, I find most have been.  Or, they have they been abused in some other way by adults when they were young.  The cycle never begins as adults, because by healthy adulthood boundaries are normally in place, and the radar for safety is strong.  But for those who have lived through the cycle--none of that is secure.  AGAIN, that is NOT to blame the adult, but simply to recognize the horrible dynamics that create this ongoing vulnerability which predatory people seek out, sexually or in any number of ways.  This self-awareness is vital to the empowerment of abused women!  Otherwise they may have their sexual radar up and running from learning the hard way from the priests, but their boundaries demanding respect from all may well be very insecure in all other areas of life and relationships.  Their own kids might disrespect them.  Their employers.  Customers. Co-workers, etc.

Those are some of the dynamics such women have taught me over these 27 years, and believe me I am still learning and fine-tuning what I learn. We, involved in Good Tidings, don't deal with issues of pedophilia.  This is different.  What we find (most of the time) are basically good men who have never matured enough to understand their own obligations as adult men, let alone priests--who then easily cross a line with adult women, when they would NEVER do such a thing with a child or youth.  These priests, then, are totally messed up and that is because they too have been victimized by the Church itself who took them in as youth and kept them immature, stupid, thoughtless, and selfish, rather than demanding that those who joined the priesthood already be mature men who make truly free choices about celibacy (and this is NOT an unrelated issue), and not just accept celibacy because it is a package deal to minister as a priest.  What we have, all too often, are boys in men's bodies. That is NOT to excuse the priests, not at all, but it is a part of a far larger picture of abuse orchestrated by the institutional Church--which has been organized and run by men such as these!  WOW!  Talk about a very sick cycle!

Recently, while thinking about abuse of power, I wrote a blog about what's going on in Ireland now as the people demand accountability from the clergy: http://approachingiona.blogspot.com.  We in America can look to the Irish Church as to a spiritual motherland--regardless of our personal ethnic roots because the Irish Church became the American Church and transported the horrors they were given by Rome and other powers that were over them.  The psycho-sexual power dynamic imposed upon the American Church by the powerful Irish hierarchy and clergy that ran the show here in the USA/Canada/Australia/New Zealand, as was done in Ireland, becomes very obvious when one knows Church history.  This crap goes back 1,000 years theologically to them trying to "make sense" of mandatory celibacy, but it hits home when an individual, or an entire people, or class seek power because they themselves have been brow-beaten by other abusive powers.  History repeats itself, personally, culturally, nationally, and inter-nationally!





The only answer is to break the cycle of abuse by taking back the power.

Good Tidings...since 1983

http://www.goodtidingsministry.org

Sean and Pia

For a few weeks I've been dragging my feet about writing an update for our donors.  Joe has been asking me, over and over, to write what I have in mind so we could send out our summer newsletter, and I keep sitting to start it, and then I stop.  Why?  Well, normally I fashion my thoughts pretty completely in my head, I know what I want to say, and then I write the actual words when I come to the computer (or believe it or not, I still occasionally write in ink!).  I could not understand what was stopping me this time.  Why this hesitation...or more specifically, this procrastination? 

I think I have it figured out.  Sometimes, when we write things down they seem more real somehow.  After all, there it is in black and white!  I didn't want what I was considering to be real.  It's that simple.  If I didn't write this, then just maybe I could deny some things a bit longer.  Well, finally, tonight I am biting the bullet, and, in truth, asking God's help to write this.

There is a story involved.  Two stories, really.  The first is closer to my heart because I've known the story and the 

individuals involved for more than 20 years.  I love them.  It is a Good Tidings story for certain--and has the fleeting joys, the enduring hope, and love, and the pain that most of Good Tiding stories have.  It is the story of two people who have become very dear to Joe and me and our daughter, and the priest is a man I came to think of as a brother over the many years.

I will call him Father Sean.  Many years ago, 1988 or 89 I believe, Sean discovered Good Tidings through another priest whose lady-friend (now common-law wife of over 20 years) had been in touch with me.  Sean told his lover, Pia, about Good Tidings, and she then contacted me directly.  The normal initial exchanges via letters (postal letters long before e-mail), and lengthy telephone conversations began, and as it turned out they were only a few hours away from Joe and me, and they finally decided to come to talk with us in person.  I remember being very impressed with Sean's giving our contact info to Pia, and his agreement to meet us here in our home and talk together which he knew would be a conversation about their personal relationship.

The day came, and they visited.  I remember liking him immediately.  He was very quiet, reserved.  I saw him listening closely, evaluating us.  He was nervous of course.  Pia was more outgoing, and did most of the talking on "their" part.  I remember they stayed here late into the evening, after sharing a dinner with us.  That was to be repeated many, many times over the next 20+ years, creating dear memories full of laughter and friendship.

Pia was not happy.  She and Sean clearly cared deeply for each other.  They had known one another for many years--long before he was ordained.  Yet, she knew something was missing in what they shared.   They both met others in Good Tidings here at our house on weekends when we hosted those "marathon open-house" gatherings and women traveled from as far as California throughout the East coast to meet one another here and talk, and support one another.  Sean and Pia never stayed for the weekend, but participated in our days and evenings with the others.  Many of the women became friends, and some with really serious issues (such as needing child support from a priest) helped one another from their experiences in the courts around the country combatting religious orders or diocesan legal hot shots hired to humiliate and beat a woman down.  Sean and Pia were not in that situation.  They were often both angry about the women being treated this way, and the beautiful infants or older children denied their rights.

Sean and Pia were not content, however.  Both knew the other suffered within this relationship, this long-term friendship that turned into a love affair.  I remember having little to no patience with Sean's remaining in the relationship knowing Pia hoped for marriage.  After all, being here among our friends also meant meeting other women who actually married priests, after those priests left canonical ministry.  Pia hoped for marriage, hoped Sean would eventually have the "courage" to leave and marry her.  Sean and Pia lived their individual lives as far as careers went, he a Roman Catholic priest "in good standing," pastor of one, then another, then two parishes simultaneously as more and more priests left to marry.  Then when the work day was done, they retired to their homes.  They shared their nightly phone calls, their days off, holidays and vacations.    As the years passed, they both settled into a lifestyle where those looking in from the outside would see them individually living their public lives, or, if one was “an insider,” see a married couple, with him being the "adopted father" to Pia's children from her first marriage, and later being the "adopted Pop-Pop" to the grandchildren that eventually filled their lives.   Only once was Sean reprimanded and "punished" for being reported by a parishioner to the bishop for having Pia around.  The bishop transferred him a few minutes farther away and told him to be more careful.  Sean, after all, was a treasure to keep--both to the bishop and to Pia!  How many Seans were left, young and healthy enough to carry the ecclesiastical workload he was carrying?  One needs to treat such a treasure well, carefully.  There are bishops who realize what is going on, and they know without the Seans among them there will be far fewer pastors.

Sean and Pia were here often.  We had great times together, because what happened with them is the "Good Tidings" reason for visiting us faded away as we became friends and we realized this was how it was always going to be.  Many visits, holidays, summers, snowy day visits...  So much laughter.  I remember one visit when Sean and I were talking privately.  He told me then and there why he would not leave and marry Pia.  He said "I see how you and Joe live, how you struggle financially, and live hand-to-mouth.  I could never live with that worry.  I can't risk it..."  He said much more, but that hit me hard.  There before me was a man who was split in half.  He wanted to marry.  He also truly wanted to be a priest. He was the rope in the game of "tug-of-war" and he was stretching more and more to survive spiritually and emotionally.   He wanted a normal life with a wife, but as a priest--without the financial insecurity we often had.   In fact, his parishioners loved him--except that one who was the watchdog and went to the bishop.  Sean was always more careful after that--he was clearly NOT going to be forced into a situation of having to choose between Pia and the priesthood, not ever.

I also remember the exact day Pia and I talked when it all finally had become very clear to her that Sean was NEVER going to marry her.  We were in my kitchen talking as we prepared a meal together.  I saw it in her face.  She changed overnight.  She became more distant emotionally, even with us.  Oh, we all remained friends, yet I could sense her broken heart.  But she was a survivor, and she was NOT going to let this reality break her.  She'd invested many years into the life she built with Sean, even though it was a life of semi-hiding.  She was going to "settle" and make the best of it.  She did.  Yet we could hear in her tone of voice, and, in her words themselves--an emotional backing off, self-defense building so she wouldn't feel this "rejection", this choice of priesthood over her as keenly as she felt it when it all first became clear to her.

 Personally, I still don't know what to think.  I get angry at Sean, and all the Seans out there doing this, yet I've also come to recognize that there are more Seans out there than I ever thought originally when we began Good Tidings.  There are also more Pias because fewer women are complaining!  More are settling.  I don't think this is a healthy or honest thing.  There is a reality within the priesthood I never wanted to recognize, and that is that celibacy is observed in the breech, as they say, not only in Africa and South America, but here as well.  Richard Sipe tells us clearly about it...  Sean and so many others tell us themselves.

The day I was ordained Sean was there.  He and Pia were like family after so many years.  My old mother loved him and treated him like a son, and he treated her like a mother and eventually called her "Mom" when he visited.  Sean was there to support me in my ordination to priesthood, and when I returned home from the Church and the reception we had, there was Sean in our living room with a huge box in the middle of the floor.  It could have held a washing machine!  He smiled broadly and pushed it toward me, and I opened it.  It was filled with vestments of every liturgical color, prayer books, and Celtic music!  My first vestments given to me by my "adopted" brother, a Roman Catholic priest, who could not risk living the life Joe and I lived--beyond the pale.  He always made me wonder.

Over the past couple of years our visits became more seldom.  Sean developed cancer, that hated disease.  Unable to care for himself, he moved into Pia’s home.  Pia, although truly feeling the sense of loss in her life, in their shared life, cared for him, she and her family cared for him.  His parish knew.  His bishop knew.  Sure didn't the world know by now?  Pia was his faithful friend--right to the last breath.  Pia, the unrecognized widow!  Pia, the angry.  Pia the broken-hearted.  Yet, as I told her when we talked a few days after Sean died, true love lasts beyond the feelings, the butterflies, the physical intimacies, and even life itself.  Pia the loving!  She gave Sean what no other human gave him--fidelity to the end of his life. 

Yeah, I know all the "abuse" issues this raises.  I also know the difference between an abuser and a frightened human.  I'm a victim of abuse, and I can smell it from a distance.  I had the distinct honor of knowing Sean, and coming to love him as a friend, and yes, feeling it as a sister to a brother.  When my own brothers both died young, I kind of felt I still had a brother in Sean...  I know Sean did not have an intentionally abusive bone in his body.  I know he was truly afraid of life outside of what he knew and loved in the priesthood.  He was afraid of insecurity. 

Life just isn't as black and white as some might want this story to be.  The real culprit is something else...it's this mandatory celibacy thing.  This monster that entraps so many who are afraid to risk breaking free of it.  So they make believe.  It can be mandated, but it simply is not enforceable!  Some freely opt to live it, some make believe they live it, and some just don't even think another thought about it and do what they want.  It is not enforceable.

Truth is, the only security we all have in life is in God, and in our Faith in God--in that will to love and live only for love.  Money doesn't make us secure, it only pays bills.  Love is what fulfills us as creatures.  Sean tried to cling to that...while fearing the loss of his lifestyle.

I will miss Sean.  I already do.  I pray for his peace in Christ's love, in God's infinite Love.  Oh, and I pray for Pia, who now lives with all this in her heart, alone.  She will throw herself more and more into her family and grandchildren, and God will ease her heart with their love.  One day Sean will come and meet her again, and they will finally live happily ever after.

And, now I am crying because this really is a sad story. See, I knew writing it in black and white would make it more real!   The second story will have to wait for another time.

Love here and now--while you can.  Don't wait.  Don't hesitate.

God bless you.

Cáit

PS  Today, as I was re-reading this story an e-mail came in to me from “Pia.”  I asked her if I might share it with this story…  Here are her words:

Cait,

 

It is nice to hear from you.  I understand your feelings about not wanting to make it real.  It is hard for me to at times comprehend that [Sean] is dead.  For so many years till he came to stay, I would only see him on Sunday afternoon and Monday after work.  At times when the phone rings around 9:00pm or so my automatic thought is it is [Sean] calling, as he did for 20 years, to say good night.  I think I can understand that [Sean’s]  peace is somehow tied to me, I hope at some point in time I can come to a place of peace with all that has transpired over the years.  Another friend of ours called a local psychic and inquired about [Sean].  He told her that he is around and if you smell flowers he is near.  That is funny as the night or so after he died I woke up to an overpowering scent of lilacs (trees he bought me and were planted in the yard).  I thought it had something to do with my mother.  Weird.  He also told her that it would take me 13 months or so to get past this and find some sort of end.  I don't know what I feel exactly, I know anger but not directed all at [Sean]  although there is I think a healthy portion for him.  And at times an overwhelming sense of sadness, and disbelief that it ended this way, although not surprised. 

Towards the last he had said he wanted to tell his family about the situation but I did not want him to, I felt it had been kept locked away for so long that there was little sense in going public with it at this late date.  He died and was buried as a priest, with all due from the church and that is how he wanted it.  I don't know where else to go with that.  Again anger, I think as I have to pretend to all that he was just a good friend, which of course was the truth but there was more. 

So that’s what I think I struggle with, and I hope that standing by [Sean] and taking care of him till the end was enough for him and for me.  I so miss him. 

Love,

[Pia]


Good Tidings...since 1983
http://www.goodtidingsministry.org