It took me reading so many stories to gather the courage to tell my own. While the suffering felt by all is incalculable, my story is nightmarish. When I was 12 or so, my family moved to Idaho right around the exact time anew bishopric was called. Of course, we didn’t know any of them from the start, but we soon caught on that the man who was called as bishop was notorious for his wacky sense of humor, and fervent testimony. He always had candy on his desk and would invite everybody in, but he always seemed to single me out and make sure I came in last. I remember he had photos of each member of the first presidency, except, where Eyring was supposed to be, he replaced it with Joseph Smith. It was weird. Anyways, one day he asked me to come by his office after I was out of school as the church was maybe 2 blocks away. When I got there, he closed the door and told me that I was very sacred and special. He then invited me to bow my head and close y eyes as he prayed. While he was muttering prayer babble, I remember hearing a zipper unzip. When I opened my eyes after saying amen, he had allowed his penis to emerge from his pants. The button was still buttoned on his pants but the zipper was down, so it seemed like he pulled it out. He began asking me about the word of wisdom and a bunch of other stuff but I could never give clear answers because I was so nervous with that thing just hanging there. He never touched me or even acknowledged his phallus hanging out, but instead just stuffed it back in and asked me to say a closing prayer. Then he called me in a week later, which I now dreaded, but went anyways because I felt like I would get in trouble if I didn’t for some reason. When I got into the bishops office, he closed the door and basically told me the same stuff about me being special, but it got extra bizarre. After I said the opening prayer, I opened my eyes and notices cock wasn’t out but it looked like it was attempting to punch through his pants. He then invited us to sing an opening “hymn” and then told me he had already picked one out from the children’s songbook. It was “Jesus wants me for a sunbeam” he was jumping out of his seat when it said beam, but at the last “beam” his fully erect penis sprung out like a jack in the box or something. He told me it was “priesthood keys” and that only he can wield them. I knew it was just a penis but I had no idea if it were normal and if this is what bishops do. He propped up a picture of Henry B Eyring on his desk, and wagged his penis saying it was like a dogs tail, and then used one of the wags to knock down the photo directly into the tiny wastebasket. I then told him I had to go, and basically ran home. The man was eventually released and excommunicated, but not because of anything I said. I never told anybody because i was afraid that maybe i was in the wrong. it took me years to realize his only intention was to waggle his penis in front of me as an exhibitionist rather than to conduct spiritually important meetings. thank you.