I was 14 when I started dating a never-mo boy I was sweet on, and I suffered shaming for that. How could I betray God and my heavenly family for some boy that didn’t even believe in God?
As the relationship progressed my mother found out about the sexual questions I was asking my more experienced boyfriend, and she reported me to the bishop.
The questions were graphic; asking me how I touched him, how often he touched me, and how he made me feel inside. He also read every single text message, every intimate conversation I had with my boyfriend. He knew everything and damned me to Hell for it. I was a disappointment to my family and the Church, and most importantly God if I did not repent for my sins.
I was forced to give up the sweetest boy in all of creation, a boy who treated me with more respect than the church ever showed me. The experience left me broken and suffering. I started cutting myself out of punishment for my sins not long after. It’s been ten years now, and I’m so thankful I can no longer remember bishop’s face or his name.