My story may seem insignificant to some, but for me it had a huge impact on my personal self worth while growing up. I was molested one time as a young child, and I was so confused and ashamed that I hid it from everyone and pretended it was just a bad dream.
I wasn’t good at convincing myself that it was not real, so anytime I would interview with a bishop I felt like a liar and a sinner because I didn’t “obey the law of chastity”. It was too scary for me to admit it happened, even to my own parents, so I could never speak of it to another adult ever. I was very uncomfortable in any interview with my bishop, because every time I thought I was keeping a sin in that needed confessing, and that God knew it and I would be exposed as a liar in the afterlife.
This carried with me throughout my teenage years and affected my ability to feel loved by God. I never felt like I belonged. It wasn’t until in my early twenties that I finally acknowledged it and realized it was not my fault and there was no need for repentance. But the damage had already been done those years of growing up. Thankfully it doesn’t bother me anymore.