I was ten. I stumbled across porn for the first time, and had kept it a secret from my parents as I knew they would be ashamed in me if they knew their child was bisexual. I had always considered myself to be a more mature child, and I had heard that finding and occasionally watching pornography was “normal” for everyone, so I never really felt any guilt towards myself, because it really was “normal”. I was not addicted, but intrigued. Just like any other child would be. However, my mother found my search history, and was immediately infuriated. She and my father sent me to the bishop, where i was sat down one-on-one before a man i knew nothing of, and where I felt absolutely alone, uncomfortable, exposed, and judged. He continued to ask me why I enjoyed pornography, what specifically I would watch, and if i knew that what I was doing was not helping me follow god’s plan. I was, and still am, absolutely disgusted.