From the time I was 12 to 15, when I moved to another town, I had rumors spread about me by other girls in my ward. I was just starting to remember the childhood sexual abuse I had suffered so my view on sex and healthy relationships was skewed. My bishop at the time would do the 6 month interviews to make sure I was on track and still being moral. I remember wearing a tank top to I one of these interviews and being berated by the bishop for my immodest clothes. He didn’t educate me on why modesty was important and instead made me feel like I was immoral.
As the rumors got worse, so did the accusations by the bishop. Instead of being someone I could confide in about what I’d been through, he was perpetuating my depression, self-blaming, and self-loathing. He made me feel even dirtier than I already did. He turned out to be just another adult who had abused me and it took me 3 years to cautiously confide in my next bishop because I was afraid he would accuse me of causing my own abuse and tell me I was immoral and needed to repent for the things that had been done to me.