Originally published at crisis magazine
In 2015, I began working as a high school teacher in a Catholic school. This was also when the transgender mania began to take off, and we were witnessing it in the lives of our students. I distinctly remember standing in the staff room conversing with colleagues—colleagues who were decidedly liberal (virtually every colleague was liberal)—lamenting the infiltration of gender insanity in the student body. It was the beginning of the school year, and we had all received news that the administration was trying to figure out how to manage the bathroom issue and what to do about girls who said they were guys and guys who said they were girls when it came to things like school plays and which names we were required to use on report cards.
Even among my liberal colleagues, the general opinion was that the poor kids were confused, and we hoped that it would be a passing fad. I recounted to my colleagues that I had recently listened to something from Fulton Sheen wherein he relayed his experience of bringing the Holy Eucharist into mental institutions and how the patients—many of them may have been possessed or afflicted by demons—reacted in strange ways.
