My path to traditional Catholicism is miraculous, I believe. I know, without a doubt, that I would not be here without the grace of the God and the Holy Ghost really working in my life. My story is horribly long, but I will find the relevant details.
I did not grow up in a religious home. My mother's family was Southern Baptist. My father's family was United Methodist. (I learned in 1996 that my father's father had been a Catholic and that my father and 2 of his 3 brothers had been baptized Catholic. My father left the Church in 1959 to marry my mother because his priest would not marry them)
My parents divorced in 1976. I went to live permanently with my father in 1977 at which time he began attending the UMC where his brother attended and where his new girlfriend attended. We continued to attend services at one UMC church or another until I graduated high school in 1985.
I went to private school in those years that was attended by mostly Catholics and Jews. (Our school had both Christian and Jєωιѕн holidays) I attended Mass a lot, CYO, and youth camp. My first exposure to Catholicism was in JPII hey-day. I also went to temple with some of my Jєωιѕн friends. (My maiden name is rather Jєωιѕн)
In the years while I was in college I went to mostly Pentecostal or Holiness churches. But by 1990, I was burned out and decidedly agnostic.
I met and married my husband in 1991 and we never attended any religious service until I was pregnant with our 2nd son in 1994. We "experimented" but settled on a Unitarian "church" and and Episcopal one.
After some soul searching, my husband eventually decided that if we were going to be serious about God then we must go to a Catholic church, the church of his youth. (He was baptized. His mother is Calvinist. His father Catholic, but left in the 1970s.) That is what we did. In 1996 we went through RCIA together. It was a fairly progressive NO church. We were in and out of church over the next few years. IN--when it agreed with our secular way of thinking, OUT--when it didn't suit our purposes. Cafeteria Catholics, I suppose.
After our ins and outs, we found ourselves with a "conservative and traditional minded" priest. He wore a cassock and biretta. He brought out the Latin hymns. He gave sermons on the evils of contraception, feminism, communism, etc.
But in 2004, we moved to the liberal Northeast. In the 6 years were attended NO here we experienced every liturgical abuse known to man. Perhaps it was God's will because it nauseated me and sent me doing my own research. During that time, there was one family who garnered nothing but sneers every Sunday, but became my models. They had 10 children. The girls wore mantillas. The children sat perfectly quiet during Mass and after Mass they all knelt and prayed for 5 or 10 minutes. They carried Missals (which I didn't know what they were).
We discovered an FSSP Mass in our diocese and went but it was a 4 hour round-trip drive. Too far. We then found an indult Mass not far from here, but they kept moving from location to location. We found a haven on the internet.
We knew NOTHING about tradition, Vatican II, modernism, etc. before this time. Nothing. But the sickening experiences in our Church reminded me of my youth in the Methodist church. I wanted to leave again, but my husband said no. Because we just couldn't go back to NO, we stayed home for 2 months. It was a really sad time.
Finally, we found an SSPX chapel. We didn't even know what that was. We just went to Mass and immediately KNEW we were in a holy place. I can't explain it. We KNEW. Our children KNEW.
That was May of 2010. That is when I found this site. I have been truly grateful because it has helped me in so many ways. I get a lot of information and inspiration from here.
I am a product of a divorced family. I was deprived of both my parents. I never knew my mother. Our relationship is difficult. That is how I relate my experience as a Catholic. I am a product of a divorced Church. I was deprived of the richness and truth. I never knew my Mother. Now that I am reunited, it is difficult. I am glad to be home, though.