Slang Terms and Temple Recommends #MormonMeToo

It was a typical temple recommend interview. I had a previous temple recommend because I went to the temple to do baptisms when I was 12. I was 13 on that spring day when recommends needed to be annually renewed, so I was due for another.


My friend’s father was the bishopric member doing the interviews for the young women, I guessed because she was in my class—so it seemed nice that he was doing all of the Beehives. I had known the family ever since I could remember. The interview was on a Wednesday night, in-between whatever regular youth activities were planned.


The questions began and were average. But then he went off script. He asked me if I ever did certain sexual things, but he used slang terms with which I was not familiar.  I did not know what those things were. So I asked him. And he told me, rocking back in his chair with his legs spread.  No one had spoken to me about specific sex acts before, and I became frightened as he continued to ask me questions that were nothing like any temple recommend questions I’ve ever had before or since. I still sat through the interview, and finished it because I didn’t want my family to think I wasn’t worthy of a temple recommend.


I never wanted to be in a room with him again. I was terrified of him being in the temple doing the baptisms—I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t even shake his hand after the recommend interview, and rushed out the door—pretending I was too dumb to know or remember to shake his hand.


Luckily, another good man was the one to perform baptisms. But I was still afraid. It was just words—but words that were used when I was alone, and powerless—in a place where I wanted to come out of the room with the token that would show I was worthy.


This man tried to “meet” with me for “official church business” a few more times, but I found ways to be too busy or distracted. To my knowledge at that time, he was not meeting with anyone else for these meetings. I was afraid and didn’t know what to do—“maybe if I were ugly, he would leave me alone?” Wanting to be ugly was a strange concept, but I felt ugly on the inside from the things he said to me. How could I be ugly to him, but still acceptable to my friends?


Nearly a year later, and I was 14. Because there were only four Mia Maids, we were all in the Mia Maid presidency, and sort of rotated taking turns of who would be president. I was to be a counsellor this time around. And so this man asked me passing in the hallway to be a counsellor, as I never allowed myself to be in a room alone with him.  I said, “Let me pray about it….” And briskly walked away.


But I was terrified. I wasn’t familiar enough with church callings to know others would be in the room for me to be “set apart.” All I could imagine was being interviewed by this man for more detailed sex talk, and then him putting his hands on my head… or other parts of my body. Rumours were swirling amongst the young women about certain men and certain young men in the ward. Not the good kids of rumours– the terrifying kinds of rumours of things– things that President Kimball said that we should fight to the death to avoid, lest we become too complaisant in protecting our own virtue.


Luckily, I had a friend who was not a Mormon. And this friend had some electric clippers. After an afternoon at her house, my head was shaved on one side, and asymmetrically chopped on the other. Then I added some jet-black stripes on my otherwise mousey blonde mane. I ripped my jeans in certain places, and bought black Rit dye for most of my clothes.  I was no Cyndi Lauper, but I tried. I looked cool. And ugly—at least I hoped I looked ugly to this man.


It worked! I wasn’t called in the Mia Maid presidency! And I still had a temple recommend.


My mother told me I was wicked–after all, black nail polish doesn’t look pretty. She suspected I was drinking alcohol or smoking weed with my “non-Mormon” friends. I wasn’t. I just looked wicked.  And I was avoiding one of my Mormon friend’s fathers. But to my mother, rejecting a calling just solidified my walk down the dark side. That and the copious black eyeliner I used on my eyes and lips.


But when others looked close, they would see embroidery floss knotted and secured with a safety pin on my jeans. And they would see me meticulously weaving friendship bracelets in joyful pastels, and bright rainbows—colours of freshness and light! Bracelets that I shared with my fellow Young Women—tokens of healing and friendship. Because in becoming ugly, and looking the part of darkness, I was protected. I protected myself. Because no one in church was protecting me.


Other Young Women in my ward were not clever as I was, even though we began to talk openly about it.  They were traditional Mormon pretty, “not allowed” to dress like me. I never asked if I was allowed. I did it to protect myself.


And thus, being Mormon pretty, they were not protected. They were not protected by the friendship bracelets. They were not protected with their temple recommends.


And  they were most certainly not protected by the Bishopric.

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10 Responses

  1. I am so sorry that this happened to you. So sorry and so angry. I am filled with righteous rage at the men who perpetuate this kind of abuse, and the men who allow it to continue. I hope all those brave good women can see healing in their lives and REAL SIGNIFICANT MEANINGFUL CHANGE from the church that harmed them and you. The church that claims to be acting in God’s name but far too often acts only in the name of evil men.

  2. Dani Addante says:

    He shouldn’t have said those things! That’s awful! I remember being interviewed by a bishopric member when I was in YW. He got to the question of the law of chastity and I didn’t know what it meant, so I asked him. I noticed he then felt uncomfortable and apologized to me for the question. He said, “I’m sorry but I have to ask these questions.” To answer my question about the law of chastity, he said, “It’s when boys and girls…” Then he trailed off. And just from that, I understood what he meant. That’s all the interviewer needs to do. They shouldn’t go into sexual details.

  3. Jess R says:

    I love you, annon. I’m so sorry this happened to you. And I am angry that the church continues to do anything to minimize the likelihood of these things happening to others. I hope you have found some peace and healing.

  4. Chairoscuro says:

    what a horrible creepy experience. these interviews leave too much room for would-be abusers and those who get their jollies saying things that make innocent youngsters squirm

  5. AdelaHope says:

    I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m also proud, in a twisted kind of a way, that you found a way to protect yourself. I wish you hadn’t needed to.

  6. AdelaHope says:

    I remember my first temple recommend interview at age 12 or 13. When he got to the chastity question, I couldn’t remember what “chastity” meant. Squirming, I asked in a quiet, hesitating voice: “that means you don’t do anything…. gross. Right?” I’ll never forget how uncomfortable and annoyed he was; not with me, but that he was in a position where he was supposed to have that discussion with me. He was pretty short with me, saying “I know you know what chastity means”. Now I know he was really just upset that he had been put in a room with a prepubescent girl where he had to talk to her about her sexuality.

    Now that I am a woman, I am grateful that he shut down the conversation, even if 12-year-old-me felt shamed for my naivety.

  7. Claire Whitaker says:

    The ‘Me Too’ movement came too late for you and others, but thank goodness now we are allowed to question conversations and acts that are out of line. Even in the old days I would have felt comfortable discussing this with my mother; it’s tragic that you were forced to act out rather than trusting others to believe your story.

  8. Ziff says:

    Wow. I’m so sorry that you had to find a way to protect yourself from a harasser in a position of authority over you *as a teen*! That can be difficult enough for adults; it’s got to be even more so when you’re younger and have less life experience or sense of yourself. I’m glad you found a way to avoid him, but I’m so sorry that you had to.

  9. Jan Signore says:

    What a horrific time you endured, thank you so much for sharing this story, so many still don’t believe this happens and the truth you tell needs to be faced. I am beyond saddened the Church refuses to do anything meaningful about this one-on-one interview practice. After Sam Young assembled a multitude of stories like yours the church can no longer claim ignorance, That they refuse to change leaves only one conclusion-they are OK with it. That is a faith-shattering and heart-breaking conclusion. Couple this with what we have learned about the BYU Honor Code Office via the Instagram account @honorcodestories, our church clearly has a problem with sexual abuse. Hey Catholic Church, wait up, we are right behind you.

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