The first interview I remember was my pre-baptism interview when I was 8. The bishop took me into his office, having my parents wait outside. He asked me a lot of different questions, including whether I had ever touched myself. Due to the tone in which he asked, I recognized that “touching myself” was a bad thing, despite having no idea what he meant. I said no because I was scared of being a sinner and not being able to be baptized. He seemed pleased with that answer and the interview was soon over. I was terrified for several years after that washing my body in the shower was a sin because I was “touching myself.”
When I was 13, I accidentally saw a picture of a topless woman on an internet pop-up when I was doing research for school. Since I had now looked at porn, I went to my bishop to repent. He told me my parents didn’t need to be present, since he wanted me to be honest with him. I told him what happened. I wasn’t allowed to take the sacrament for several weeks, and every time he saw me, he asked if I was still struggling with porn, regardless of who was around and how public the situation was. And he told my parents directly after the interview, and they wouldn’t allow me on a computer for several months without sitting next to me and staring over my shoulder. I was mortified and beyond embarrassed. The entire ward thought I was addicted to porn, which meant everyone at school knew about it (since I lived in Utah,) and I was ridiculed for years. I was 13. I was so ashamed and guilt ridden that I fell into a deep depression which lasted for years and years. I even attempted suicide twice before getting the courage to leave the religion, and the accompanying shame and guilt, behind.