I went to a bishop’s interview when I was 16 years old so that I could go do baptisms for the dead. The week prior, I had had a pretty heavy make-out session with a boy-friend, and some pretty heavy petting was involved.
When I was asked by the bishop if I thought I was worthy of doing baptisms, I mentioned–in a general way, but without going into salacious details, that I probably wasn’t because of the making-out.
He had me make an appointment for the next day to come back and tell him about it. At the next appointment, he made me go into excruciating, moment by moment detail of the entire event. I felt totally confused and violated. The event still gives me the creeps to this day.