I was asked multiple times if I masturbated and then he explained how bad it is and the addictive nature of it. I denied it but felt guilty for years until I attempted to take my life 2 seperate times. Finally I admitted to my bishop that I masturbated and what he said didn’t make me feel any better. He wanted me to text him every night I didn’t masturbate. It felt creepy and invasive. It is now years later and I still struggle with sexual intimacy because of these kinds of questions and shaming.