It was the late 80’s and I was about 4 years old. My mom was driving with only me in the car and I recognized that we were near the bishop’s house, as he babysat us quite frequently. I asked, excitedly, if we were going there and she said no and asked what we do there that’s so fun. I simply replied, “He touches my pee pee.” My parents then began asking my siblings about what I said (I was the youngest) and my parents learned that our bishop had molested or attempted to molest me as well as all of my brothers.
I never got a chance to make it to the bishop’s interview, I had already been molested. Needless to say growing up in the church was painful. I had so many confusing sexual thoughts and desires from such a young age but believed that those thoughts were evil and put there by the Satan. They weren’t. They were put there by my very first bishop. This bishop is in good standing with the church and is a CURRENT member.