I didn’t know what masturbation was until I was a teenager, but found out that I had been doing it since I was six on an off again. At young women’s some girls introduced me to erotic novels and I ended up reading a few. I felt horribly guilty afterward and talked to the bishop.
He asked me very detailed and inappropriate questions like what I thought about while masturbating and what turned me on. I bluntly told him that those details shouldn’t matter. What mattered was I sinned and I wanted to repent. But he lectured me that I needed to inform him about the exact extent of my sins. I felt sick and uncomfortable during the process.
He told me he understood because he struggled with porn and masturbation in the past, which instead of making me feel relaxed made me more uncomfortable. He asked me where, when, how, and what specific books I read. He kept grabbing my hand while I talked and patting it in what I think he felt was a “fatherly” gesture, but only made me uneasy.
Afterwards, he gave me a hug, which I felt was inappropriate. He wanted to meet every week to discuss my ‘progress’ but I felt unsafe and decided not to go again. He confronted me a couple times about not meeting with him so I stopped going to his ward and went to another one. I don’t think he necessarily had unclean motives, but he was new and had no idea what he was doing.