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

#766 Taylor R. CS: 1,3,4,6

I was a sophomore attending BYU. I believe my Bishop was a good man with good intentions. He was merely following the inappropriate interview guidelines given to him. I was sexually assaulted multiple times in a span of just a few months by a fellow BYU dance team member. This happened in 2011/2012. After being…

#765 Katy K. CS: 1,2,3,4,7

I grew up in the church. I vividly remember sitting through a Young Women’s lesson one Sunday when I was 15 or 16. The lesson was on chastity. Our well meaning leader explained to us how chastity is similar to touching rose petals. The more the petals are touched, the more wilted they become. I…

#764 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,4,8

I finally had the courage to confess my “sins.” I sat in the bishops office shaking, explaining that I had a messed up. He asked detailed, explicit questions that I felt uncomfortable answering. He lectured me on orgasm and erection. He looked at me accusingly like I was some kind of criminal, “where exactly did…

#762 Name Hidden. CS: 1,2,3,7,8

I have my own story of shame and acceptance of abuse instigated by inappropriate questions and shaming from a bishop when I was a teen but, today I’m sharing my adult son’s story. My son is unaware of Sam’s movement as any talk of religion triggers his depression and anxiety. He has dealt with severe…

#760 Name Hidden. CS: 1,3,4,6,8

I was 21 when this happened, so I wasn’t a child except in the sense that my extremely conservative parents kept me purposely “innocent” without teaching me about sex or my body. We didn’t have tv or the internet, so I was really shielded. I went to BYU and attended a field study in Mexico…

#759 Mike T. CS: 1,2,3,4,6,7,8,9

For my entire life, I was taught that obedience to counsel was of utmost importance. This teaching alone is dangerous. If the counsel reeks of guilt and shame, there is no reason it should be heeded, at all. Yet, this was the life I lived. That I was raised in. One where questions couldn’t be…