What you are about to read…I consider a sacred story. This woman is a cherished friend.
As I poured over her story, I was fascinated. Then I cried. Then anger. Finally, gratitude that my friend is coming to terms with a horrid violation at the hands of her childhood bishop. Her healing is now to the point that she can openly share her story. Which is, in-and-of-itself, part of the healing process.
Thank you Amy…I love you.
Sexual abuse by a pedophile with priesthood power is a real risk in the current state of LDS youth interviews. This year alone, there have been 3 high profile court cases of bishops being prosecuted. Two in the U.S. and one in the U.K.
Amy Hall’s Story–In Her Own Unedited Words
Trigger Warning * Sexual assault involving a bishop*
**If you are a survivor of molest, be very cautious about being triggered with reading my story!!!**
* Sam Young, THANK YOU for Holding THIS TORCH. I cannot begin to tell you how much your work in shedding light on these interviews means to me!!!
This post contains the reality of the sexual molestation I endured as young Mormon girl behind closed doors in my bishop’s office. I can’t even stand to capitalize the word “bishop” and even sitting at the keyboard typing this, it takes a tremendous amount of effort not to dissociate and revert to the trembling little girl I was when my innocence was stolen from me.
There are days and even weeks at a time that I feel like a molest victim. The feeling of being a “victim” floods in when I am consciously remembering the moment by moment details that robbed me of my innocence and ability to develop with a “normal” sense of the sexuality we should all be entitled to.
As a survivor of molest, I became extremely adept at compartmentalizing my feelings, emotions, and even my memories. Compartmentalizing all of these things enabled me to “Look Like” a mature adult woman “on the outside”.
I learned to “pretend” that I wasn’t a victim. I even taught myself to “pretend” I wasn’t even a “survivor”. Much of my adult life, I literally “pretended” that I had NEVER been sexually molested by my bishop. More about how that came about later.
My parents were both converts before I was born and married in the Los Angeles temple in 1957. I was born the 2nd of 3 children in 1961. By the time I was 3 years old, my father was in the bishopric as the second counselor. There was never a time during my childhood and even into my early 20s that my father was not in the bishopric as either the first or second counselor. Our ward was split and my Father went from being the second counselor in the old ward to the first counselor in the new ward. The bishop that called him to be his first counselor would be the bishop that molested me.
The bishop was THE jolliest, kindest, lovable man you can possibly imagine. Everyone “loved” him. And he made me feel very special. He ALWAYS had a pocket full of candies. There was always a big glass bowl of candies on his desk. He would greet everyone with the warmest of hellos. And I loved crossing paths with him in the foyer or the cultural hall BECAUSE as he approached, you could see his hand dip into his suit coat pocket. This meant he was going to give you a piece of candy. But I was very special to him and he made me feel like I was more special than other children because when he took candy out of his pocket for me, his hand would be wrapped around the candy tightly and there were always two candies for me.
He would wrap his arm lovingly around me and take my little hand into his big warm hand and secretly press two candies into my hand, wrap my fingers around the candies and hold it an extra-long time and bend down and whisper in my ear that I was so sweet and so pretty that I got two candies when everyone else only gets one candy. I would seek him out because a big hug always meant I would get two candies secretly, warmly, and lovingly pressed into my hand. “Now, don’t tell anyone that you got two candies because you are so sweet. Everyone else only gets one!” Plus I was special because my dad was his first counselor.
His office door was often open. If I peeped my head in the door, he would wave me in and say sweet little admiring things to me about how special and pretty I was and give me some candy. He was known for these special candies. He had a whole story about them. He called them “Quilting Pills”… Now-a-days, you can buy them in rolls called “Mentos”… but back then, they were individually wrapped in white, blue and silver paper and came from the bulk candy bins at Hickory Farms.
As an adult, I know that he was “grooming” me… grooming me to feel a little more special than my peers… and also grooming me to keep secrets.
I don’t have a memory of being molested before the molest that played out in his office behind closed doors. But I do remember masturbating when I was pretty young. I have since asked a number of my close female friends (over the years) if they remember masturbating as a child… mind you, these were women AFTER I left the church. I left the church in my early 20s. And it was a lot easier to talk about things like this with never-mormons.
My mother had a small book in our bookshelf that had black and white pictures of child birthing. I remember being sexually excited by looking at the pictures in that book. Looking at the pictures in that book used to make my vagina tingly and warm. I would take the book, look at the pictures for a bit and then rub the book between my legs until I had orgasms. I had no clue about what “masturbation” was… But somehow, I had discovered these very exciting sensations. I was around five years old when my Mother “caught” me doing this. She shamed me for it and told me to STOP DOING THAT!… Her tone of voice made me feel very shameful. But it felt so good that I just learned to do this ONLY when NO one could catch me doing so. It was a very regular thing.
After reading Max D. Crapo’s article: “Mormonism: Extending Power Through Sexual Control”, I have come to understand, like Max, my mother also unwittingly began grooming me for sexual control by Mormon leadership… Specifically my bishop and later on a stake president. (Note… after the abuse I suffered at from these men, I find myself unable to capitalize those titles.!)
I do not know exactly the age I was when I first had “THE INTERVIEW” in the bishop’s office. But I had been well groomed to love and trust him –both from the primary lessons on how our bishop loved us like our Heavenly Father… and from how sweet and loving he had been to me while grooming me to keep secrets.
I had been in his office MANY times… my dad was always staying late for his first counselor bishopric duties… and I felt super comfortable in that office. And EVERYTIME I went into his office, I could count on walking out of there with a handful of “Quilting Pills”… Mentos… The bishop told this story about how the sisters used to always have a big bowl of these mints when they sat around quilting together.
The Interview. My turn to get to go into his office with the door shut. So trusting… so feeling loved and cared about by him… one of his favorite children… and I was his first counselor’s daughter. That made me even more special. I think about all of this now and my heart beat races, my hands get cold and clammy and I feel sick and shaky.
I sat in the big wooden armed chair with soft padding. He pulled his chair up so close to mine and sat knee to knee to me. He reached out and could touch my little bony knees with his warm hands. At first the caress of his warm hands on my knees did not feel creepy, strange, or weird. He was like a loving grandfather to me. I revered him like my Heavenly Father.
I vividly remember the card he had with “the questions” on it… it was yellow card stock. Funny how some things get stamped into your memory. I have since looked up the questions on line… Did I have faith in and a testimony of God the Eternal Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost?… Did I pay my tithing on my allowance… did I keep the word of wisdom… AND then the questions about touching myself. I didn’t know this was coming. I just wasn’t prepared for him to ask about this. I had already been shamed about it by my mother… so, I just touched myself when no one could catch me… BUT this was like sitting in front of MY Heavenly Father… and I needed to be true and honest with Him…
I loved the church. I loved the Gospel… I had been programmed to Love everything about the church… So, answering truthfully no matter how hard my heart was pounding was what I did. Yes, I have touched myself between my legs. My vision got foggy. My heart was pounding. The walls felt like they were closing in on me… even typing this right now, my body starts to tremble with this feeling of dread and fear and I start to dissociate.
He was sitting knee to knee. His chair so close. He reached out and touched my knees. It felt like he was trying to comfort me and put me at ease. He spoke in a hypnotic tone… calming… and he went into a whole thing about my Heavenly Father and our Savior… and about how loving and understanding they are about this sin that I was committing… He told me that He and my Heavenly Father understood that I would not be able to master this sin right away… They understood that this could take a very, very long time to learn how to stop doing this. He told me that this was okay because our Heavenly Father was the kind of loving father that understands and will forgive me if I can’t stop this right away. I understand now that he was programming me to continue this loop of self-pleasure and masturbation intermingled with intense guilt but like a loop that I just couldn’t stop. I understand now that this man was a sick and twisted pedophile… that he groomed me to feel so special and loved by him… and then he molested me… but he twisted that into the sickest form of mental abuse as well as the physical molest.
The physical molest came in the form of a priesthood blessing. But first he asked me to show him how I touched myself. Did I touch myself between my legs with my panties on from the outside of my panties or did I touch myself underneath my panties? He needed to know so he could understand in order for himself and my Heavenly Father to help me to be able to stop this over time. He emphasized a number of times how difficult this would be and how they understood this. They…. He and my Heavenly Father… Over and over… how difficult this would be stop… how understanding they would be over the time it would take for me to gain mastery over this… on and on…
Out came the priesthood blessing oil. To this day, the smell of rancid olive oil makes me sick to my stomach… and I can get triggered from seeing one of those small aluminum vials of that vile oil!!!
If I could just stand up and slip my panties off then he could give me a blessing with the priesthood oil since I touched myself under my panties sometimes. I had seen these priesthood oil blessings many times before. I was deep under his control. I was compliant and submissive to his voice and commands. My head felt foggy. My heart was pounding in my chest. It was as if my Heavenly Father was right there with him and they needed to rub the oil between my legs while he prayed so that the blessing could go right to the spot where it could be more helpful as a blessing. During the blessing and while he rubbed the oil around and around, he continued the whole speak about “them” being so understanding about how long it would take me to overcome this sin because they understood that it can feel good.
The thing that I have come to understand as an adult is that a pedophile does not always “hurt” the child while touching them. When I separate from the traumatized little girl part of me, I know that what he did with this touch felt sexually pleasurable… and he used this to further draw me in.
Next came a horrible heaping of mental and emotional torture and abuse.
I don’t know if you can fathom (if you have not been sexually molested) HOW UTTERLY difficult this is to disclose… but I am determined to speak out… to be brave enough to tell these details so that others can also understand how this messes with your head… how the guilt and shame comes flooding in because this kind of abuse was done to me and it literally felt sexually pleasurable… I now understand how this messes with your head to create a loop of guilt that loops over and over of blaming yourself. He was blaming me for the fact that I felt pleasure… and yet he was using this whole sick and twisted stuff all wrapped up in the years and years I had been brainwashed in Primary and Sunday School about my Loving Heavenly Father being so loving and understanding to manifest my silence hoping I would NEVER speak out and tell anyone that he had sexually assaulted me. And as an innocent child, I had ABSOLUTELY no understanding that I was being sexually molested.
I have come to understand that victims of pedophilia do not speak out because they are made to think it is their doing… and that they are horrible for causing this to happen. I can now see how this man used the sensations of pleasure that my child body was experiencing to shut me up… to make it my fault… to heap guilt on me for this yet crave the pleasure of it.
These “interviews” occurred more than once. For years, I did not talk about this because I went back to him for more of these blessing… because the sexual sensations felt good. There was this sick loop of the pleasure being more of a secondary gain than the guilt. Until I understood how messed up this really is, I was utterly embarrassed… and I blamed myself. It took going to a psychologist and having weekly counseling sessions for over a year ALMOST every week to separate out the guilt ridden little girl and the adult woman that I am …AND begin to integrate these PARTS of me into a whole person so that I can share this with you now. Those of you who saw me first post about some of this over a year ago will remember how awkward and angry I was trying to share my story in hopes of healing.. and also just lashing out in rage … in hopes of getting the church to stop these interviews… to just vent… and try to process all of this.
I think this is an important piece to understanding how a pedophile works on an innocent child. He showered me with loving attention. He made me feel special. And he also pleasured me. I now can explain this… say it… type it –The mature adult in me WHO HAS HAD to go back and work with this wounded guilt ridden little girl and help her understand that she did the best she could. THAT SHE WAS a VICTIM of this sick perverted pedophile!!!! And that it was not and is NOT her fault….
The Mental and emotional torture and abuse:
You know the teaching in Mormonism about the “Sins of the fathers coming down on the heads of the children…”??? The bishop twisted this around and caused me to understand that the sins of the children can come down on the head of the father. He twisted this all around caused the little girl in me to worry that if I told anyone about this horrific sin that was akin to murder, that my father’s life could come to an end… hence it was extremely important that this sin that I was struggling with so horrifically be between me and my Heavenly Father only… and of course the bishop –who was intervening with me for the forgiveness that our Savior would grant once I could stop this.
The sins of the sons and the daughters will come down on the heads of the fathers… This is so sick and twisted… and he manipulated all of this to the point that I started having a reoccurring nightmare that my father’s head was chopped off with a big sword by a missionary in a white shirt and name tag…
The dream was vivid. The missionary had a huge sword… like the one from the Book of Mormon… my dad was made to kneel execution style on the floor of my bedroom and the missionary raised the sword and chopped of his head. I remember the first time I had the nightmare. I was away from home at camp… I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. It wasn’t a church camp. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night and my camp counselor let me call my dad at work the next day to just hear his voice.
I was so fearful that I would cause this to happen to my dad because I enjoyed this self-pleasure sin… that I did not tell anyone about this dream when I was a child… or teenager –except the bishop. After I started having the dream, I could not sleep in my own bedroom and made excuses to my parents as to why I started sleeping on the couch in the living room…. Telling them that for some UNKNOWN reason, I had nightmare in my bedroom. I couldn’t even dress in my bedroom for several years.
And this is how twisted the little girl in me had become and how enmeshed I had become with this sick pedophile bishop: I went to him and told the bishop about the reoccurring dream and he gave me a blessing… this time on the top of my head with that horrid rancid priesthood blessing oil. By then, I was about 14 years old. The priesthood oil blessing stopped around the time I started my periods… AND I HAD NO IDEA THAT I HAD BEEN BEING MOLESTED … it was just all so twisted… Being raised in this guilt for sexuality culture… CULT… I just thought this was all my fault… and that the bishop was helping me.
There is an educated, intelligent adult part of me that I have been able to develop… I was able to do so by PRETENDING throughout most of my adult life that I was not a victim OR survivor of childhood molest by a sick pedophile… I even went to a group therapy sponsored by a government county agency that was called AMAC… Adults Molested as Children… WHERE I identified as someone who MIGHT have been molested as a child… but couldn’t remember… I identified in the group telling the therapist and the group members that I “felt” like I “Might” have been molested…. And that is how I survived through my early adult years.
The women in the AMAC group were a MESS… and I went to the group.. I listened… I talked about my sexual stuff… how I thought the molest I might not fully remember might be affecting me because I felt like I belonged in the group….
BUT, I would not talk about it in detail… and I compartmentalized it all… telling myself that if I got the help I could get from the group without becoming a total mess –like I was observing the women in the group to be, THEN I could function as an adult… and I did … for MANY years… until I was finally in a safe relationship… after two failed marriages… and after being a single mom for another 10 years… appearing very put together… identifying as a high functioning adult… a dentist’s wife… an elementary school teacher… a good mother who has armed her daughter with the ability to not be molested… ALL THE while KEEPING MY DEEP DARK SECRET … THE DARK SECRET THAT THE LITTLE WOUNDED GIRL HID FROM THE PEOPLE AND THE WORK AROUND ME…. UNTIL I was finally in a safe and loving relationship… and after getting HORRIFICALY TRIGGERED AFTER going to see the Book of Mormon Broadway play close to 2 years ago.
Between leaving the church in my 20s and up until I was in my mid 50s, I had absolutely no association with anyone LDS except my parent and a few LDS friends. But No one harassed me about leaving the church.
I am grateful now that I got triggered from going to see the play…… because I am no longer hiding this DEEP DARK SECRET… the sweet and innocent little girl part of me is now being integrated and loved… and held with understanding and hope…
People, we NEED to stop LDS inc from doing these interviews…. My story is not the norm… However, I know that even if children are not horrifically molested as I was, the interview is ABSOLUTELY ABUSIVE AND EMOTIONALLY HARMFUL… and the fact that a certain percentage of the population are pedophiles is reason enough to NEVER let a Mormon bishop sequester a child into a bishops office and ask them anything sexual WHATSOEVER!!! PERIOD!!!
I also had sex in my late teens and I was made to go before a “court of love” … where I was asked specific details about my sexual experiences. The stake president that sent me to the “court of love” would not even let me finish telling him about the bishop that had molested me. I was just 19 at the time and I was still brainwashed into the whole Mormon mess…now that I look back,
I would wager a bet that he stopped me from telling him about the blessing from the bishop mid sentence AND put it all back on me knowing where I was going. I was already being shamed from having sex at 19… and ACCORDING to the stake president –it was ALL my fault. Those 12 high council men sat there listening to me tell my sexual experiences and that alone was utterly traumatizing… without ever being physically touched like I had been by the bishop. THIS is a sick CULT… a horrible CULTURE ….
We NEED to do everything we can to protect children from this ABUSE!!!
I have been sitting here at my keyboard and letting myself freeform write… and the school teacher in me says, go back and reread… and edit out all the times you said the same thing as a repeat… but the adult in me who is working diligently to integrate the wounded little girl in me says, just copy this off this word doc … and paste it … share it as it… typos and all…. And add my voice NOW… and help create the awareness we need to STOP this from happening in the future!!!
One more thing to add… Back about a year ago… when I got majorly triggered after seeing THE play… I was lashing out … I was angry… I was so upset… and I called several sexual assault attorneys… I shared about what happened to me. The bishop is dead… it was years ago… but I was not “able” to speak out until recently. One of these attorneys told me there wasn’t much he could do… he wished he could…but statute of limitations in the state where this happened is passed… etc… BUT THEN he called me back. He told me that he had ALREADY dealt with cases with the LDS church…
HE told me that he called and spoke with an attorney for the church that he had worked with already… He told me that the name of the attorney is Von G. Keetch… yep, the General Authority Keetch…. The attorney told me that he didn’t tell Keetch my name… just a bit about what happened to me. Keetch told him that “They” would be willing to pay for counseling for me… AND that “They” would also meet with me personally and have me tell them in person what happened …AND that “They” could compensate me with a monetary compensation … and in turn, I would be expected to sign a legal agreement that I would NEVER publicly speak about what happened to me.
This weekend, I watched the movie “Spotlight” for the second time… IF you haven’t seen this movie about the Catholic molest coming out, YOU NEED to watch it. I identify so much with things in that movie… like the man who tells one of the reporter team members that he HAD NEVER EVEN TOLD HIS WIFE THAT HE WAS A VICTIM OF A PRIEST MOLESTING HIM… I CAN so relate. I have two ex husbands that I never told. I was still very immature and just trying to HIDE the wounded little girl. Now, I am in an amazingly safe relationship. I couldn’t even bring this up to heal until I was finally SAFE emotionally and THAT wasn’t until I was in my mid 50s…. I share this for anyone who is still struggling with a childhood molestation issue.
I now have a very close friend that I have never met in person… I met him through a Facebook group. He was ALSO molested by his bishop when he was a boy. When I wrote about what happened to me, he private messaged me AND TO THIS DAY he has ONLY told two people. Me and his therapist. But we talk on the phone regularly. We support each other and understand each other like no one else in our lives can. He was TBM and JUST had started looking into the CES letter stuff and visiting post-mo and ex-mo social media groups when he saw my post. He has since turned in his resignation and been able to start to heal… so, if you resonate with what I am sharing, YOU ARE NOT ALONE… even if it wasn’t a bishop… but another adult when you were a child, this is really difficult stuff to deal with.
One last thing and I will post this.
If Keetch was so willing to sit down and hear my story and offer a monetary compensation for MY SILENCE, imagine how many have taken the “Money”… My research tells me that (except for the one case you can find in a google search for around $3 million dollars)… they offer $30,000 to $40,000 dollars for this HUSH money… There are probably a lot of people out there who would take that amount and it could help pay off their debt or help with putting a kid through college… BUT THEY can NOT silence me with thirty or forty thousand dollars… and I have insurance that pays for weekly therapy as I am still processing and integrating all the compartments I put all of this in JUST to survive.
I want to be able to speak out when someone can benefit from my story and say that I am a “Survivor” … and not a “Victim”… I was “Silent”… and hid this for many years. Not anymore!!!!
Click HERE for the petition that Amy endorses in order to protect children from this abuse. Please take the time to SIGN it.
49 thoughts on “Pedophiles in Priesthood Power–Amy’s Story”
Thank you for your courageous sharing of your horrific experience. I am so sorry you were so egregiously exploited by a bishop who saw you as his own personal “candy” … there for the taking … and totally violated your sweet innocence without a thought or care that he was destroying your future.
I was in relationship for over 20 years with a courageous woman who was brutally and repeatedly molested sexually by her own father in her own bed when she was a little girl. She had totally repressed her memories of the abuse for decades. It was only after she felt safe and secure enough in relationship with me (after 4 failed marriages) that she started to recover the memories … one after the other … gradually over a period of time. Her family was not LDS, but her parents went to church every week to keep up appearances.
I am so glad you were able to disconnect from the LDS Church as a young adult. The Church was founded by an unrepentant, out-of-control sex addict and pedophile. Joseph Smith’s grooming of his young teenage victims is documented in the journals of the girls he violated.
I hope that Sam is impressed by your story of the Church’s offer to purchase your silence. Nobody has to tell you that The Brethren’s only concern is to protect their own self-interests, and they do not hesitate to spend tithing money to prevent public discovery that the toxic legacy of Joseph Smith continues unabated to this day.
Amy, I wish for you ongoing healing and strengthening as you continue to recover more of your shattered innocence. Telling your story will give others permission to come forward and shine more light in some very dark places.
And a thank you to Sam for providing a safe and supportive venue where other survivors of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ courtesy of The Brethren can find healing and compassionate hearts who care enough to give more than lip service to the teachings of Jesus.
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I applaud you for your courage to come forward. I think for TBM it can even be harder to come forward, because of the sexuality shaming in general. You are a superstar! I hope to see more people come forward due to this.
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The courage you have demonstrated here in telling your story is stunning. Thank you for your incredible bravery.
A friend of mine said “We must tell these stories. They are our stories, not theirs.” The church has sought to control the narrative, to protect these deep and dark secrets from coming to light. For us, the children of Mormon beliefs, we have been so sexually shamed, literally compared as having committed sins “next to murder” that exposing these secrets is like risking life itself. That’s no trivial thing.
The sad thing is, there are members who will seek to shame us more…to silence us if they can. We have to stand together.
Max D. Crapo
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I am so sorry about this Horrible life changing Bad experience,
because of Men who should have been your Great protectors.
May God Bless U , and may Justice be done.
I am very SORRY.
Love and best wishes. AGraff
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Amy has totally caught what ‘plays out’ in the tortured secret loop that young victims bear. I was never the recipient of bad Mormon bishops- but ‘coincidentally’ was groomed, and then exploited, at a young age by a “Reorganized LDS family friend”. I always figured he knew enough about my indoctrination (and family situation) to make it count in his favor. And a young awkward child will often keep the secret for years- I ‘minimally’ told a few people in my family about 10 years after… and then promptly wished I had not told them (as clearly they had no objective experience/frame of reference… that was clear of my own negative labelled role). Looking back I also feel that if a sensitive type of young child has “Mormon believing parents” he or she will feel more pressure to keep the secret- and it does weigh mightily on the young mind at 12 or 13… and has all sorts of impact on how you feel about yourself as well as your fears about what the people around you -esp the naive Mormon people- would ‘surely think about you’. The secret weight and the impedance of a natural unfolding teen decade is tough when you are already trying to cope with family dysfunction (at least half of which has something to do with the LDS lifestyle that my parents adopted). Real intense blocks. And in those days, a sensitive child could -easily- know the sort of reaction that might come… that you could become seen as even ‘more of case’ than you might already be pegged. Pedophiles instinctively know a good target. A kid who is unsure and not well accepted in his family -looks good to a pedophile… the same kid with the weight of Mormon beliefs? Well, that is a doubly good candidate. Such is my experience.
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Amy, this was truly a tragic story and I am glad you were able to finally able to share it. Maybe now others will come forward with their abuse story. My only sadness is that you weren’t able to prosecute this Bishop. Because you were never able to name him, the church will never know if there were others. I have no doubt there were others. A pedophile doesn’t just stop his actions…it is a sickness and an addiction that has to be treated to stop. God Bless you!
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Amy’s story shines light on the reality that the LDS worthiness interview is a Pedophile’s Dream Come True.
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Wow Amy – What courage and strength of character you have come out of this horrifying experience with. And then you feel all the fear of re-traumatizing yourself so that you can help others who are struggling and bring this sad reality to the light and shine a “spotlight” on this heartbreaking process so that something might miraculously change for the good of so many others that will be helped and saved by your courageous story. It reminds me of the saying that we should never underestimate the indomitability of the human spirit. You are a fabulous and inspiring example of indomitability – bravery – eloquence and grace. Sail on beautiful girl/woman – you will save lives – I’m sure of it.
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For years I was a “naïve Mormon”, willing to believe and accept everything and anything that was said or done by LDS Priesthood leaders. Now, in my senior years I have come to realize many faults, inadequacies, ineptness, clumsiness and downright wrongs found in some Bishops and Stake Presidents is more prevalent than I could have thought possible.. I am really shocked and saddened by Amy’s horrendous experiences at the hands of her spiritual leader and wish her only the best as she continues to come to grips with the emotional wreckage of her childhood. I support her 100% in the telling of her story and admire her courage and determination to advise and warn others of the poison that was spilled on her as a child. It is disturbing to see the energy and resources expended by my church to protect it’s image rather than openly facing facts and striving for more honesty in dealing with sordid realities found in leaders who abuse their power and authority in many ways. Priesthood power is exploited more often than my naivety could have ever imagined. Get stronger Amy and know that many are praying for you and truly care about you.
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This story is a manufactured lie. I am the first one to believe that bad things happen in this world, but this story has many obvious signs of a manufactured story. DO NOT BELIEVE IT.
Hmmmm. Sounds kinda like the defenders of Harvey Weinstein.
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You are clearly blessed with extraordinary powers of discernment.
Are you a Bishop or Stake President?
Perhaps you might share your list of the “many obvious signs of a manufactured story.”
And I can’t help but wonder if you have also applied your powers of discernment to the First Vision, the Book of Mormon, the Book of Abraham, and the Restored Gospel as currently correlated?
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Sam. Gary is killing your cause. He’ll piggy back on any claim that would drive a dagger into the LDS Church. Don’t by his poorly dressed sympathy.
And Gary, The same arrogant discernment that you accuse Shane to have is staring you in the face with your omniscient claims of what truth is and the lack therof within the Church. The same amount of time bishops put in a week actually helping others you must honorably dedicate spewing on a hundred angry blogs. Sams is just one of your latest.
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B.T., I’m not afraid of people who hate the church. I’m willing to converse with anyone of any belief. Gary was highly critical of me in the early days of my blog. Today, we are best buds. We have huge differences of opinion and belief. After a few months of back and forth, we developed a respect for one another. Which led to a love for one another. Not tolerance…but a wonderful brotherly love. There was a time that I considered blocking him from my blog. But, that’s not me. Christ never blocked anybody. He was sharply criticized by the leaders of the church for the company he chose to hang out with. If Jesus hung out with prostitutes, I figured I could digitally hang out with….well….Gary. No disrespect to Gary.
Piling on even more Logical Fallacies only serves to stir the contents of the bucket around in circles, when what is actually needed is to upend the bucket and discard the whole mess.
Either that or just walk away and start clean with a shiny new bucket.
I respect your right, B.T., to believe whatever you believe for whatever reasons you want to believe it.
Confusing belief with truth is a core vulnerability of The Human Condition.
When we belief stuff that just ain’t so, we are unknowingly harming ourselves in service of the agenda of someone else who does NOT have our own best interest, health, well-being or spiritual development as any priority whatsoever. On the contrary, these agendas of others are frequently intent on proactively thwarting and undermining our birthright potential as the literal offspring of the Creator.
I figure that 80% of what I think I know RIGHT NOW is probably BS. That’s an improvement over my TBM days, when maybe 98% of what I thought I knew for sure turned out to be BS. And not just Mormon Church stuff. Planet Earth is filled with an impressive smorgasbord of “manufactured reality” that just ain’t so.
Regarding my relationship with Sam, he did not mention on this thread that last April we met in person in Houston. And not once but twice … about a month apart! We bonded like long-lost brothers. It was amazing!
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Ok, so what are the signs that this story is a manufactured lie? Dissect it and make your case. As is, your comment is worthless. Thank you.
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John, I asked Shane the same question back on Dec 8. Since then … crickets.
I think we must respect the wishes of abused individuals if they do not wish to name names and/or press charges. It goes without saying that doing so will usually trigger a massive shit-storm of life complications, not the least of which can likely entail even more vicious attacks, character assassination and other abuse. And not only from the accused, but those wishing to protect the accused and/or their camouflage institution (church).
Years ago, my ex-significant other decided confront her childhood rapist aka her own father. She hired an attorney with expertise in such difficult matters and sent a long letter of accusations to her father. Her father’s response was to hire the meanest, nastiest attorney he could find and send my ex a scathing letter of counterattack and retribution. (The letter was so offensive you wanted to hold it only with tongs or something to protect yourself). The aftermath was that she was written out of the will (a nontrivial inheritance lost) and then shunned by her only sister from that day forward.
My ex decided to just let the whole matter drop after confronting her child-rapist father with the truth of what he did to her. She was content to break her silence, and then went on to process her own healing during the ensuing years – completely disconnected from her only family relationship after that.
Note that these circumstances have nothing to do with the LDS Church. My ex is a nevermo.
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Thank you for mustering up the courage to tell your tale which was and still is horrific. I feel anger towards those who’ve called your story a lie. It takes so much courage to reveal something like this.
While I haven’t been sexually molested or abused like you have, I am a strong advocate for anyone who’s been a victim of sexual inappropriateness of any kind. I recently published an article about sexual harassment in the workplace, also sharing my own story. Something about all these powerful male figures in the news opened up memories that I’d stuffed inside for so long. These incidents are more common than most of us realize and THEY NEED TO BE TOLD, as there is strength in numbers and we can heal and help others heal by not keeping secrets.
Thank you again for sharing your story.
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I for one don’t believe a single word of Amy’s story.
Not because of anything to do with her hatred of the Mormon Church but because of her glaring story telling inabilities. Add to that the volume of inconsistencies and her bad attempts at trying to enhance her story with her poorly chosen descriptive prose and it makes me feel sad for her. Tell us Amy who all these people are in your story including their full name. For if it happened as you have claimed, they need to be stopped and prosecuted. The Me Too brave women have shown true character and truth in their all too real and sad stories, but I don’t see the same with you. Innuendo, accusations, and untruths do no-one any good and can and will cause harm to many people and organizations. So I have decided to make an attempt to get the truth and let the chips fall where they may. In your favor or against you. Whichever is true. And if I’m wrong I will apologize to your face. However, I think if I find you have lied I expect to hear nothing from you except more lies.
Therefore, before I announce my research I give you the opportunity to contact me and explain your true story and intent.
It’s now up to you.
Let me finish with this last comment; The only people worse than pedophiles or people who harm children are those who will lie and say that someone did so falsely. And you Amy, I believe, are one of those.
The one thing missing on this account is that bishop’s name. And where did this happen? Would be worth going back in time and finding out others who were molested. When it comes to pedophilia it’s almost never an isolated incident.
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