My family and I joined the church when I was 12. I had to have an interview with the bishop for a temple recommend to get sealed with my parents.
I went in to the room on my own with the Bishop and he asked me if I masturbated. I had no idea what that even meant! Pretty sure I wasn’t even 12 by this point. I soon learnt this was fairly normal and was asked every year by the same bishop for a few years when he did his interviews.
When I was about 14, a male Sunday school teacher asked me to stay behind in the class because he wanted to talk to me. By this time I was conditioned to think it was ok to be in a room on my own with an older man, so I went in. He started to tell me how amazing, beautiful etc I was, and then asked me to marry him. He was very serious, and told me he would wait till I was legally old enough, and that if I really wanted to serve a mission he would even wait for me to do that, though he’d rather I didn’t!
It was traumatic and had knock on effects for years after. Roll on 25 years, and my son was due his interview at age 12. I specifically said to the Bishop that I did not want any questions asking about chastity and he agreed that was appropriate. (I had just got divorced from my husband who had realised he was gay (fine!) and had multiple affairs for three years(not fine!) and my son had been through quite a lot and did not need anything sexual being introduced at this stage.
Anyway, the Bishop decided to let his first counselor do the interview but omits to mention anything about no chastity questions, so my son comes out and asks me what masturbation is. I was so upset, and annoyed on his behalf. To be honest we have only attended a few times since then, it was the start of us leaving the church.