To cut a long and painful story short, my bishop who was a dear friend of my father would ask me directly “Do you masturbate?” He would ask frequency, how long it would take until completion, and what I would masturbate to. I never realized how disgusting this was, even at 16 because of how I was raised. This man still lives near me, and both my parents deny he asked these things. This is shameful.
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