I’ve been mormon all my life. I was a strong extremely Molly Mormon in a very Mormon family. Until I went and broke the rules by getting a boyfriend at age 15. We dated for a year and a half, things escalated and when they first started to I felt horrible.
I went into the bishop. I’ve never been so ashamed and humiliated in my life. He asked prying question after question. The more he asked the more I cried and felt horrid. He encouraged me to dump my boyfriend. I didn’t. So he called me in a couple weeks later to say that God said I needed to break up. I didn’t.
I eventually had sex after pressure from my boyfriend who had an addiction to pornography and got me involved in it and then replaced it with me. 2 months later he dumped me for someone else. So now I was single. Lost my virginity. And heart broken. I finally told my parents what had happened. They were horrified of course.
They immediately pressured me to go to the bishop. That was the most horrible experience ever. I have never been so humiliated, so hurt, so shamed, and have someone be so rude to me. So many questions. More and more in detail till I finally asked if I had to answer one. He said no. And the interview continued.
At one point he went on to say “I told you so, you went from holding hands to having sex.” He made me feel like dirt. Like a slut. And after that he wouldn’t leave me alone. Meeting after meeting. Always me feeling so uncomfortable at what he was asking and saying. His presence just makes me uncomfortable. I eventually refused to go to the meetings. I have now left the church and am happy to say I’m free from church abuse.