Trigger Warning * Sexual assault involving a bishop*
**If you are a survivor of molest, be very cautious about being triggered reading my story!!!**
* Sam Young, THANK YOU for Holding THIS TORCH. I cannot begin to tell you how much your work in shedding light on these interviews means to me!!!
This post contains the reality of the sexual molestation I endured as young Mormon girl behind closed doors in my bishops office.
As a survivor of molest, I became extremely adept at compartmentalizing my feelings, emotions, and even my memories. Compartmentalizing these things enabled me to “Look Like” a mature adult woman “on the outside.”
My parents were both converts before I was born and married in the Los Angeles temple in 1957. I was born the 2nd of 3 children in 1961. By the time I was 3 years old, my father was in the bishopric as a bishopric counselor. There was never a time during my childhood and even into my early 20s that my father was not in the bishopric as either the first or second counselor. Our ward was split and my Father went from being a counselor in the old ward to a counselor in the new ward. The bishop that called him to be a counselor in the new ward would be the bishop that molested me.
The bishop was THE jolliest, kindest, lovable man you can possibly imagine. Everyone “loved” him. And he made me feel very special. He ALWAYS had a pocket full of candies and there was always a big glass bowl of candies on his desk. I loved crossing paths with him in the foyer or the cultural hall BECAUSE as he approached, his hand would dip into his suit coat pocket. This meant he was going to give me some candy. He made me feel like I was very special to him and he made me feel like I was more special than other children because when he took candy out of his pocket for me, his hand would be wrapped around the candy tightly and there were always two candies for me.
He would wrap his arm lovingly around me and take my little hand into his big warm hand and secretly press two candies into my hand, wrap my fingers around the candies and hold it an extra-long time and bend down and whisper in my ear that I was so sweet and so pretty that I got two candies when everyone else only gets one candy. I would seek him out because a big hug always meant I would get two candies secretly, warmly, and lovingly pressed into my hand. “Now, don’t tell anyone that you got two candies because you are special. Everyone else only gets one!” Plus I was special because my dad was one of his bishopric counselor.
His office door was often open. If I peeped my head in the door, he would wave me in and say sweet little admiring things to me about how special and pretty I was and give me some candy. He was known for these special candies. He had a whole story about them. He called them “Quilting Pills”… Now-a-days, you can buy them in rolls called “Mentos”… but back then, they were individually wrapped in white, blue and shiney silver paper and came from the bulk candy bins at Hickory Farms.
As an adult, I know that he was “grooming” me… grooming me to feel a little more special than my peers… and also grooming me to keep secrets.
I remember masturbating when I was pretty young. My mother had a small book in our bookshelf that had black and white pictures of child birthing. I remember being sexually excited by looking at the pictures in that book. Looking at the pictures in that book used to make my vagina tingly and warm. I would take the book, look at the pictures for a bit and then rub the book between my legs until I had orgasms. I had no clue about what “masturbation” was… But somehow, I had discovered these very exciting sensations. I was around five years old when my Mother “caught” me doing this. She shamed me for it and told me to STOP DOING THAT!… Her tone of voice made me feel very shameful. But it felt so good that I just learned to do this ONLY when NO one could catch me doing so. It was a regular thing simply because it felt good.
After reading Max D. Crapo’s article: “Mormonism: Extending Power Through Sexual Control”, I have come to understand, like Max, my mother also unwittingly began grooming me for sexual control by Mormon male leadership.
I do not know exactly the age I was when I first had “THE INTERVIEW” in the bishop’s office. But I had been well groomed to love and trust him –both from the primary lessons on how our bishop loved us like our Heavenly Father… and from how sweet and loving he had been to me while grooming me to keep secrets.
I had been in his office MANY times… my dad was always staying late for his first counselor bishopric duties… and I felt super comfortable in that office. And EVERYTIME I went into his office, I could count on walking out of there with a handful of “Quilting Pills”… Mentos… The bishop told this story about how the sisters used to always have a big bowl of these mints when they sat around quilting together.
The Interview. My turn to get to go into his office with the door shut. So trusting… feeling loved and cared about by him… one of his favorite children… and I was his first counselor’s daughter. That made me even more special. I think about all of this now and my heart beat races, my hands get cold and clammy and I feel sick and shaky.
I sat in the big wooden armed chair with soft padding. He pulled his chair up so close to mine and sat knee to knee to me. He reached out and could touch my little bony knees with his warm hands. At first the caress of his warm hands on my knees did not feel creepy, strange, or weird. He was like a loving grandfather to me. I revered him like my Heavenly Father.
He began with the religious question. Did I have faith and a testimony of God the Eternal Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost? Did I have a testimony that the church was true?… Did I pay my tithing on my allowance… did I keep the word of wisdom… AND then the questions about touching myself. I didn’t know this was coming. I just wasn’t prepared for him to ask about this. I had already been shamed about it by my mother… so, I just touched myself when no one could catch me… BUT this was like sitting in front of MY Heavenly Father… and I needed to be true and honest with Him… and the bishop.
I loved the church. I loved the Gospel… I had been programmed to Love everything about the church… So, answering truthfully no matter how hard my heart was pounding was what I did. Yes, I have touched myself between my legs. My vision got foggy. My heart was pounding. The walls felt like they were closing in on me… even typing this right now, my body holds this feeling of loathing, dread, and fear.
He was sitting knee to knee. His chair so close. He reached out and touched my knees. It felt like he was trying to comfort me and put me at ease. He spoke in a hypnotic tone… calming… and he went into a whole thing about my Heavenly Father and our Savior… and about how loving and understanding they are about this sin that I was committing… He told me that He and my Heavenly Father understood that I would not be able to master this sin right away… They understood that this could take a very, very long time to stop doing this. He told me that this was okay because our Heavenly Father was the kind of loving father that understands and will forgive me if I can’t stop this right away. I understand now that he was programming me to continue this loop of self-pleasure and masturbation intermingled with intense guilt but like a loop that I just couldn’t stop. I understand now that this man was a sick and twisted pedophile… that he groomed me to feel so special and loved by him… and then he molested me… but he twisted that into the sickest form of mental abuse as well as the physical molest.
The physical molest came in the form of a priesthood blessing. But first he asked me to show him how I touched myself. Did I touch myself between my legs with my panties on from the outside of my panties or did I touch myself underneath my panties? He needed to know so he could understand in order for himself and my Heavenly Father to help me to be able to stop this over time. He emphasized a number of times how difficult this would be and how they understood this. They…. He and my Heavenly Father… Over and over… how difficult this would be stop… how understanding they would be over the time it would take for me to gain mastery over this sin… on and on…
Out came the priesthood blessing oil. To this day, the smell of rancid olive oil makes me sick to my stomach… and I can get triggered from seeing one of those small aluminum vials of that vile oil!!!
If I could just stand up and slip my panties off then he could give me a blessing with the priesthood oil since I touched myself under my panties sometimes. I had seen these priesthood oil blessings many times before. I was deep under his control. I was compliant and submissive to his voice and commands. My head felt foggy. My heart was pounding in my chest. He spoke as if my Heavenly Father was right there with him and they needed to rub the oil between my legs while he prayed so that the blessing could go right to the spot where it could be more helpful as a blessing. During the blessing and while he rubbed the oil around and around, he continued the whole speak about “them” being so understanding about how long it would take me to overcome this sin because they understood that it can feel good.
The thing that I have come to understand as an adult is that a pedophile does not always “hurt” the child while touching them. When I separate from the traumatized little girl part of me, I know that what he did with this touch felt sexually pleasurable… and he used this to further draw me in.
Next came a horrible heaping of mental and emotional torture and abuse.
I don’t know if you can fathom (if you have not been sexually molested) HOW UTTERLY difficult this is to disclose… but I am determined to speak out… to be brave enough to tell these details so that others can also understand how this messes with your head… how the guilt and shame comes flooding in because this kind of abuse was done to me and it literally felt sexually pleasurable… I now understand how this messes with your head to create a loop of guilt that loops over and over of blaming yourself. He was blaming me for the fact that I felt pleasure… and yet he was using this whole sick and twisted stuff all wrapped up in the years and years I had been brainwashed in Primary and Sunday School about my Loving Heavenly Father being so loving and understanding to manifest my silence hoping I would NEVER speak out and tell anyone that he had sexually assaulted me. And as an innocent child, I had ABSOLUTELY no understanding that I was being sexually molested. This all felt wrong -but I simply had no context for understanding it.
I have come to understand that victims of pedophilia do not speak out because they are made to think it is their doing… and that they are horrible for causing this to happen. I can now see how this man used the sensations of pleasure that my child body was experiencing to shut me up… to make it my fault… to heap guilt on me for this yet crave the pleasure of it.
These “interviews” occurred more than once. For years, I did not talk about this because I went back to him for more of these blessing… because the sexual sensations felt good. There was this sick loop of the pleasure being more of a secondary gain than the guilt. Until I understood how messed up this really is, I was utterly embarrassed… and I blamed myself. It took going to a psychologist and having weekly counseling sessions for over a year ALMOST every week to separate out the guilt ridden little girl and the adult woman that I am …AND begin to integrate these PARTS of me into a whole person so that I can share this with you now.
I think this is an important piece to understanding how a pedophile works on an innocent child. He showered me with loving attention. He made me feel special. And he also pleasured me. I now can explain this… say it… type it –The mature adult in me WHO HAS HAD to go back and work with this wounded guilt ridden little girl and help her understand that she did the best she could. THAT SHE WAS a VICTIM of this sick perverted pedophile!!!! And that it was not and is NOT her fault….
The Mental and emotional torture and abuse:
There was a teaching when I was Mromon about “Sins of the fathers coming down on the heads of the children…” The bishop twisted this around and caused me to understand that the sins of the children can come down on the head of the father. He twisted this all around causing the little girl in me to worry that if I told anyone about this horrific sin that was akin to murder, that my father’s life could come to an end… hence it was extremely important that this sin that I was struggling with so horrifically be between me and my Heavenly Father only… and of course the bishop –who was intervening with me for the forgiveness that our Savior would grant once I could stop this.
The sins of the sons and the daughters will come down on the heads of the fathers -that is what he got me to believe… This is so sick and twisted… and he manipulated all of this to the point that I started having a reoccurring nightmare that my father’s head was chopped off with a big sword by a missionary in a white shirt and name tag…
The dream was vivid. The missionary had a huge sword… like the one from the Book of Mormon… my dad was made to kneel execution style on the floor of my bedroom and the missionary raised the sword and chopped of his head. I remember the first time I had the nightmare. I was away from home at camp… I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. It wasn’t a church camp. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night and my camp counselor let me call my dad at work the next day to just hear his voice.
I was so fearful that I would cause this to happen to my dad… that I did not tell anyone about this dream when I was a child –except the bishop. After I started having the dream, I could not sleep in my own bedroom and made excuses to my parents as to why I started sleeping on the couch in the living room…. Telling them that for some UNKNOWN reason, I had nightmare in my bedroom. I couldn’t even dress in my bedroom for several years.
And this is how twisted the little girl in me had become and how enmeshed I had become with this sick pedophile bishop: I went to him and told the bishop about the reoccurring dream and he gave me a blessing… this time on the top of my head with that horrid rancid priesthood blessing oil. By then, I was probably about 14 years old. The priesthood oil blessing stopped around the time I started my periods… AND I HAD NO IDEA THAT I HAD BEEN BEING MOLESTED … it was just all so twisted… Being raised in this Cult-ure of sexual guilt… I just thought this was all my fault… and that the bishop was trying to help me.
There is an educated, intelligent adult part of me that I have been able to develop… I was able to do so by PRETENDING throughout most of my adult life that I was not a victim OR even a survivor of childhood molest by a sick pedophile… I even went to a group therapy sponsored by a government county agency that was called AMAC… Adults Molested as Children WHERE I identified as someone who MIGHT have been molested as a child… but couldn’t remember… I identified in the group telling the therapist and the group members that I “felt” like I “Might” have been molested by an adult…. And that is how I survived through my early adult years.
The women in the AMAC group were a MESS… and I went to the group.. I listened… I talked about my sexual stuff… how I thought the molest I might not fully remember might be affecting me because I felt like I belonged in the group….
BUT, I would not talk about it in detail or talk about the man that had done this to me… and I compartmentalized it all… telling myself that if I got the help I could get from the group without becoming a total mess –like I was observing the women in the group to be, THEN I could function as an adult… and I did … for MANY years… until I was finally in a safe relationship… but this was not without a heavy price to pay … after two failed marriages… and after being a single mom for another 10 years… making every possible effort I could to appear very put together… identifying as a high functioning adult… a dentist’s wife… an elementary school teacher… a good mother who has armed her daughter with the knowledge to not be molested… ALL THE while KEEPING MY DEEP DARK SECRET … THE DARK SECRET THAT THE LITTLE WOUNDED GIRL HID FROM THE PEOPLE AND THE WORLD AROUND ME…. UNTIL I was finally in a safe and loving relationship… and after getting HORRIFICALY TRIGGERED AFTER going to see the Book of Mormon Broadway play.
Between leaving the church in my 20s and up until I was in my mid 50s, I had absolutely no association with anyone LDS except my parent.
I am grateful now that I got triggered from going to see the play…… because I am no longer hiding this DEEP DARK SECRET… the sweet and innocent little girl part of me is now being integrated and loved… and held with understanding and hope…
People, we NEED to stop LDS inc from doing these interviews…. My story is not the norm… However, I know that even if children are not horrifically molested as I was, the interview is ABSOLUTELY ABUSIVE AND EMOTIONALLY HARMFUL… and the fact that a certain percentage of the population are pedophiles is reason enough to NEVER let a Mormon bishop sequester a child into a bishops office and ask them anything sexual WHATSOEVER!!! PERIOD!!!
I also had sex in my late teens and I was made to go before a “court of love” … where I was asked specific details about my sexual experiences. The stake president that sent me to the “court of love” would not even let me finish telling him about the bishop that had molested me. I was still brainwashed into the whole Mormon mysoginisitc religion. I was already being shamed from having sex … and ACCORDING to the stake president –it was ALL my fault. Those 12 high council men sat there listening to me tell my sexual experiences and that alone was utterly traumatizing… without ever being physically touched like I had been by the bishop. THIS is a sick CULT… a horrible CULTURE ….
They asked me to tell them exact details of all my sexual encounters. Specific details! As a young adult, I gave them what they wanted. As a 56 year old woman, reflecting back to this, I see how sick and perverted is is for these grown men to make a 20-something woman sit before a dozen men at one time and have her repeat graphic details of her sexual experiences. This is simply preditorial, sick, and perverted.
We NEED to do everything we can to protect children from this ABUSE!!!
One more thing to add… Back close to two years ago… when I got majorly triggered after seeing the play, The Book of Mormon… I was lashing out … I was angry… I was so upset… and I called several sexual assault attorneys… I shared about what happened to me. The bishop is dead… it was years ago… but I was not “able” to speak out until recently. One of these attorneys told me there wasn’t much he could do… he wished he could…but statute of limitations in the state where this happened is passed… etc… BUT THEN he called me back. He told me that he had ALREADY dealt with cases with the LDS church…
HE told me that he called and spoke with an attorney for the church that he had worked with already… He told me that the name of the attorney is Von G. Keetch… yep, the General Authority Keetch…. The attorney told me that he didn’t tell Keetch my name… just a bit about what happened to me. Keetch told him that “They” would be willing to pay for counseling for me… AND that “They” would also meet with me personally and have me tell them in person what happened …AND that “They” could compensate me with a monetary compensation … and in turn, I would be expected to sign a legal agreement that I would NEVER publicly speak about what happened to me.
This weekend, I watched the movie “Spotlight” for the second time… IF you haven’t seen this movie about the Catholic molest coming out, YOU NEED to watch it. I identify so much with things in that movie… like the man who tells one of the reporter team members that he HAD NEVER EVEN TOLD HIS WIFE THAT HE WAS A VICTIM OF A PRIEST MOLESTING HIM… I CAN so relate. I have two ex husbands that I never told. I was still very immature and just trying to HIDE the wounded little girl. Now, I am in an amazingly safe relationship. I couldn’t even bring this up to heal until I was finally SAFE emotionally and THAT wasn’t until I was in my mid 50s…. I share this for anyone who is still struggling with a childhood molestation issue.
I now have a very close friend that I have never met in person… I met him through a Facebook group. He was ALSO molested by his bishop when he was a boy. When I wrote about what happened to me, he private messaged me AND TO THIS DAY he has ONLY told two people. Me and his therapist. But we talk on the phone regularly. We support each other and understand each other like no one else in our lives can. He has since turned in his resignation and been able to start to heal… so, if you resonate with what I am sharing, YOU ARE NOT ALONE… even if it wasn’t a bishop… but another adult when you were a child, this is really difficult stuff to deal with.
One last thing and I will post this.
Shame on Von G. Keetch for offering “hush-money” in hopes I would never speak out publicly.
If Keetch was so willing to sit down and hear my story and offer a monetary compensation for MY SILENCE, imagine how many have taken the “Money”… My research tells me that (except for the one case you can find in a google search for around $3 million dollars)… they offer $30,000 to $40,000 dollars for this HUSH money… There are probably a lot of people out there who would take that amount and it could help pay off their debt or help with putting a kid through college… BUT THEY can NOT silence me now… and I have insurance that pays for weekly therapy as I am still processing and integrating all the compartments I put all of this in JUST to survive.
I want to be able to speak out when someone can benefit from my story and say that I am a “Survivor” … and not a “Victim”… I was “Silent”… and hid this for many years. Not anymore!!!!