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BYU Boner
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Date: December 14, 2014 11:09PM
Hi tobeornottobe, BYU Boner here. I joined Mormonism when I was 18 at the suggestion of a college professor. I was a young man with very low self-esteem and dealing with alcohol abuse in my family.
As my name suggests, I have strong connections with BYU. As a young convert, I was never told much about some of the "difficult" things in the church. For example, what I knew of the temple was that folks got married there and I could have my dead relatives baptized for the dead. There was no mention of garments, I found out about those 10 minutes before my baptism in the men's locker room at the stake center. I tried to get a peek, but found it bizarre to look at other men's underwear.
At the Y, dating was impossible because every woman dreamed of marrying a Returned Missionary. After about the third date, the dreaded, "we can only be good friends..." made it appearance.
During the mandatory religion classes, I began to hear some things about LDS doctrines that were strange—multiple gods, Egyptian book of the dead, but hey, the church was true! No worries, we had a prophet. None of the details mattered much.
To reinforce my poor self-esteem, the Morg forgot an important worthiness component during my investigation, that masturbation was a major sin and that it lead to homosexuality. Imagine, being in a bishop's interview at the Y to be asked a question about the big M and being stupid enough to say, Yeah, I do it! I was given Spencer Kimball's Miracle of Forgiveness to read.
Flash forward several years, I had managed to go inactive and get reactivated by a girl friend. I ended up in the bishopric of a singles' ward. My bishop told me it was time to go to the temple for my endowments. (Yes, I lied about M...I learned to say what the bishop wanted). So, off I went.
It was in the old slash and gash days. I didn't have a clue what went on in the temple. The washings and anointings didn't bother me the way they bothered others on the board. However, I was shocked when I was given a new name that was to be kept SECRET. Hey, what the fuck! SECRET, I was always told the temple was sacred. Well, after the shell-shock of the endowment, I finally figured out why things needed to be kept secret.
Not too long afterwards, I met and married my wife in the SL Temple (still slash and gash). Things were fine for a couple of months when Bro. Mark Hoffman got it in his mind to blow people up to cover up his forgeries. My TBM wife said to me, "Why didn't the prophet see this coming?" Why, indeed.
I began to investigate more about Mormon claims including polygamy, the temple, Book of Abraham...long before the internet. I approached my bishop with my questions and he told me to go to the temple as it was a place of revelation.
Well, I did. There was a young man going through the first time and he was scared shitless. The slashings got to him. As no one was really helping him, I whispered that he'd be okay, someone would tell him what to say. He said, "I have to say all that?!?"
I watched him enter the Celestial Room and saw the look of shock on his face dissolve as he was surrounded with family congratulating him. I knew that Mormonism was a cult.
I told my TBM on the way home that I didn't believe in Mormonism any more. That set off WWIII. She said the marriage would be over. Actually, we've been married for more than 30 years, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you the trauma and hurt Mormonism has caused me.
So, tobeornottobe, there are lots of folks on this board who have had out turn discovering what we once believed was pure bullshit. You didn't mention if you are married or have a family. My advice, others may disagree, is to take things very slow with your family if they're still TBM.
My TBM wife and i went different directions. As I moved away from Mormonism, she went deeper into it. Some will say, just hand her the church essays or CES letter, but that does no good. Thomas Monson could come out and say the church was a hoax and he wasn't a prophet and my wife would still believe in it.
Best wishes, remember, the church and its leaders only have power over you, if you give it to them. Don't put yourself at their mercy or agree to meet with them on their turf. Best wishes, The Boner.