I’ve got two. Both of them bad. The first one happened when I was a brand new deacon in the church. I was 12 years old. I went into my very first meeting with the bishop. He asked the general questions such as, are you keeping the word of wisdom and are you paying tithing. He then asked me if I masturbated. My 12 year old eyes must’ve looked confused because he then asked if I knew what that was. I shook my head, no. And my bishop proceeded to explain to me, in detail, what masturbation was. He then asked me if I did that again, too which I responded no. At the time I thought it was weird that I was asked that. But now, almost 10 years later, it makes me sick to realize that it happened.
My other story involved my girlfriend at the time. We were young and in love, as all 16 year olds are. Thanks to the age of technology, a couple pictures were shared. The parents found out and immediately put a stop to it of course, and we figured that was that. Come to find out, a year later, that she confessed all this too her bishop, who then informed the police. Bishops are required to tell everything to the police. Court mandated therapy and years of depression, self loathing, numbness, and unhappiness followed because of that scenario. I left the church, tried to move on, and with the help of a counselor, who is now a great friend of mine, was successful. But only after 3 years of pain.