Although it isn’t quick or easy to deal with, I’ll make this story brief as if it were. So, read it in two minutes and don’t ever think about it again. But know that for me, it is my life, a daily hell placed there by the church and people who decide to do wrong things.
I was sexually abused as a kid. I don’t even know when it started. First time I remember, I was 8. It lasted several years. On a weekly basis. I was accustomed to it. Even liked it at some point, if you can understand that.
So, imagine the guilt when at baptism and at every level of priesthood ordination and every time I went to the temple, I was interviewed and asked about keeping the law of chastity.
Did I have sex? Did I view pornography? Did I masturbate?
Yes. Yes. And yes.
But not because of my own choosing. I did those things before I could even remember. I was born doing them. They were my whole existence as a kid.
And the ending to this story is that people who break the law of chastity are worse than murderers.