When I was a child, I considered suicide as an alternative route to admitting to a bishop a “sexual sin” I had committed a few years prior. I remember the shame was so great that I would often cry myself to sleep with fear of the eternal damnation I was constantly told would be my future.
As a a teenager I was questioned yearly on my porn usage, masturbation habits, and sexual relations. I never questioned why an adult needed to know what type of porn I watched or how often I touched myself, since I was taught to obey this so called authority figure without hesitation.
As an adult I am still recovering from years of shame, guilt, and mental turmoil that the LDS church has caused me.