I have two stories. When I was preparing to serve a mission, I was asked insanely invasive questions by a well-meaning priesthood leader. I lied out of fear, but was dashed upon the rocks of detail. Asked about bestiality to necking (whatever the heck that is).
Later, when choosing to marry my wife and going through the process of receiving a recommend, my priesthood leader thought I was too interested in sex with my wife-to-be. I hadn’t sinned in the Mormon sense, but I had strong urges to, well, be married.
Those urges (which I view now as natural, beautiful attractions) got my wedding postponed for months as I “repented”. I ended up alone in a crummy apartment, having lost my married housing, with a mourning fiance, and deep depression in thinking I was an evil person.
It’s been years, but I still have yet to recover. My intimacy with my wife will be strained for who knows how long. I’ve gotten past the fact that I’m not evil, but have yet to fully lean in as a partner