Posted by:
claire
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Date: January 26, 2016 01:49AM
I was excommunicated. It was a mutual decision. I wasn't sorry for what I had done and told my bishop (a well respected, I'd say renowned in his field, doctor here in my area) I would do it again. We both agreed that, according to the handbook, excommunication was the only option. Fine.
However, before this decision came about, the bishop was fixated on getting me to confess a certain part of my experience. For a very long time, out of loyalty and a promise to someone, I refused. I lied, denied, and wouldn't confess. Then I stopped talking to him.
Not long after that, he delivered to me a letter telling me about my upcoming church court. I was extremely emotionally fragile at that time. I had had a major emotional break down and was barely functioning.
At first I had said that if something like that happened, I would just refuse to attend. But that didn't sit well with me, either, as I would have no idea what was said about me or how anything went. I NEEDED to know what was going to happen.
So I went in to see the bishop about it during second hour at church the following Sunday.
I told him why I was there, that I just wanted to know what would happen in the court. He did not tell me what would happen. He sensed my vulnerability and my fragile state, and he moved in for the kill. He was cold and heartless as he pressured me to confess. I was miserable, heart broken and alone. I finally told him a portion of what he was after.
This made him very happy and he became more normal at that point.
I, on the other hand, started shaking uncontrollably, hyperventilating and sobbing. (I have never talked about this event before, or written it down, and tears are streaming down my face in memory of the pain I was feeling at that time.)
I was clutching my head, rocking back and forth, and trying to get words and sentences out to explain to him how I was feeling.
He got up, told me he had to leave but that I could stay in his office for a few minutes to compose myself, and left.
I collapsed on the floor for a time. Somewhere in the back of my brain I knew I couldn't stay there. So I left as inconspicuously as possible. I was hysterical. I don't remember how it happened that I told my soon-to-be exhusband that I was going to hurt myself and got in my car and took off.
I was going to my mother's house. I was driving at 75 or 80 miles an hour and emotionally out of control. I was just about to drive my car straight into the concrete barrier when I remembered my children. So I just drove to my mom's house and parked across the street and went crazy.
My ex husband had called my mother and told her what I had said and she had been calling and calling my phone, frantic with worry. I ignored her calls. My sister, who was at my mom's at the time, started calling and texting. I ignored her, too, for a while, but finally texted back and told her I was in my car across the street. She came out and helped me back to reality.
I tell this story because the man who coldly left me in a suicidal puddle in his office just became stake president of a shiny new stake that was announced on Sunday.