The first time I went to the temple to do baptisms for the dead was an eye opener for me. First, the inappropriate interview with the bishop when I was 12-14 ish and he's asking about me masterbating.
Of course, at the temple, the white onsie with nothing on underneath was awkward... and creepy. You get wet in that onsie and upon leaving the font there are a half dozen old men looking at you.
The whole thing was wrong on multiple levels. I never participated in that again. I was conveniently busy... or sick for those excursions.
Anyone else skipped out on sh!t like this?
THose worthiness interviews and the current generation's refusal to allow their own children to go through them unaccompanied has been a real thorn in the side of the LDS in recent years and has lead to a lot of very unwelcome publicity.
At long last.
I always skipped out on the temple trips. I never went and didn't tell parents when the trip was so they couldn't make me go.
I had a mentally ill mother mixed with a wack-a-do religion. My dad was sane but died when I was 15.
When I turned 18... I was out of there.
Mom called the bishop to come talk me out of leaving... as I'm packing my car... he's telling me how dangerous the world is for young women on their own. I wanted to vomit on him.