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

#847 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,4,6,7. Other: PTSD

Growing up in the church, I first learned of masturbation from a bishopric member asking if I did it. I was young and being interviewed to go to the temple to do baptisms. I said “no,” as it sounded horrible, and then went home to look up the definition in the dictionary. (Thank goodness I…

#846 Michelle S. CS: 3,4,5,6,7,8,10. Other: Dissociative Identy Disorder

My story is too long so I’m writing a book. To offer some insight I can tell you that my father was taking religious classes at BYU from 1959 -1967 and during that time he was taught secret doctrine that fed his narcissism and he began sexually abusing me when I was three. He would…

#844 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,7. Other: My children suffered these things. While I am not concerned about my name being known, I am concerned for my boys and their privacy.

My boys went to our bishop in Henderson, NV in 1999 and told him that their older stepbrother (my husband’s son) was raping them, sexually abusing them and forcing them to perform sex acts on him. They were 9 and 12 years old at the time. The bishop related to my children as if they…

#841 Name Hidden. CS: 1,3,8,9

Growing up, I was always the “perfect” Mormon girl; Molly if you will. I never swore, never broke commandments, and certainly never thought the church could ever make mistakes. EVER. From the moment I raised my hand in primary when our teach asked, “who wants to go on a mission?” I knew I would serve…

#840 Stephanie B. CS: 1,3,6

ONE of many disturbing things that happened to my son by himself behind closed doors with our bishop (besides the fact that he was even in there, as I had told the bishop it wasn’t allowed just weeks earlier after my experience with this and other bishops) My son was 11, nearing his 12th birthday…

#839 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,7. Other: Left the church because of my experiences

When I was about 13, a new bishop was called to my ward. From my very first encounter with him, he made me dread going to church. To everyone else he was a happy, jovial, fun-loving goofy guy, but to me (and from what I remember, other young women – my friends and classmates) he…