These are personal accounts of the negative consequences that inappropriate interviews have had on people.

#955 Phoenix I. CS: 1,2,3,4,8,9

A lot of other people’s stories are a lot more impactful then mine. Truth be told I was one of the lucky ones. My parents never taught me about sex. Being a small embarrassed child I never wanted to have the talk, but soon enough puberty set in, and I began to start masturbating. Truth…

#953 Carrie B. CS: 1,2,3,8,9,10

Adeline This is my second child, born so quickly, with a head so round, that folks would ask if I had a c-section. I’d take revenge by telling them about the 32 stitches in my backside. This is my toddler who would get so excited about hugs that she’d curl up in a ball and…

#951 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,7

Our son, 30 years old, called to tell us what happened when he was a teacher. Said a girl called asked him to meet at a park, she kissed him for about 5 seconds, than stopped. They both left. At church the next day, the bishop grabbed our son by the arm pulled him into…

#949 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,5,7,8,9

It is difficult to express the damage that is done to children who are, in all other aspects of their lives, protected by laws that rightly prohibit adults from inappropriately questioning a child to protect their innocence. Yet, when it happens at a church we shy away in fear of being called persecutors of the…

#948 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,4,7,8,9. Other: Severe depression, intimate partner abuse, hospitalization, medication

My family moved frequently as I was growing up, so my twelfth birthday was spent in a new ward. My family wasn’t in this ward long and moved within the year, so I never endured more than one interview with this man. But I remember the extreme hatred and fear I felt after my interview…

#947 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,4,6,7

I was 11 when I discovered masturbation while changing into my pajamas one night. I continued to do it almost every night before I went to sleep, as it felt really good and helped me fall asleep more quickly. Several months later, my father called me into his room for a monthly interview; we had…