Another thread asks the question if you ever ratted someone out for misbehavior when you were a TBM. I didn't want to hijack that thread, so I'm starting a new thread to ask if anyone ever ratted you out?

I got ratted out by a friend in the mission. I was a young missionary, and my district leader and I were both really sick of the mission. We wanted desperately to feel normal. I mean, for Christ's sake, we were 19 year old guys living like medieval monks. Not natural. So we went to a night club in the city one Friday night, with the thought of picking up girls and generally having a good time. Funny enough, neither one of us had the balls to even talk to girls or drink or do anything naughty at all. That was about the only "apostate" thing I did for most of my mission.

Fast forward about a year after the night club, and now I'm a district leader, training a greenie, and generally climbing the mission ladder. The other elder I went clubbing with calls me one evening, and says that he had been overcome by remorse during a mission president PPI, and confessed our apostasy. He wanted to give me a heads up, because the MP would come asking.

In order to stave off unwilling detection, and with the idea that voluntary confession will result in more lenient treatment, I called the MP up right then and told him that the Spirit had been working on me for days telling me to confess. Of course, he didn't buy the story and knew that the other elder had warned me, but he had no proof.

That was the end of any favorable treatment, leadership, trust, etc. for me in the mission. In fact, the MP almost sent us both home from our missions. FOR CLUBBING!!! I was appalled that the other elder disclosed my secret without my permission, but now I look back on it and realize that it's all much ado about nothing. Utterly ridiculous the things missionaries are brainwashed into thinking constitute sin.

Anyone else?

I had a girl tattle on me for her own transgressions. She got knocked up by a TBM guy, so they had a shotgun wedding and then she joined the church shortly thereafter. Needless to say, her heart really wasn't in it. The bishopric paired me up with her so I could help keep her active and interested. She was sleeping around on her husband and drinking and getting into a lot of trouble. Was I technically with her when a lot of this happened? Yes. So obviously people thought "birds of a feather," even though that wasn't the case. When she got confronted about all this stuff, she switched our roles around and told the bishop that it was ME who was doing all this stuff and HER trying to keep me out of trouble. We didn't stay very good friends for long.

I though he was bound by the laws of this Province of Alberta to never disclose personal and confiendital information unless I or someone else was in danger from such disclosed classified data.

Such as the Extra overtime sweatshop like conditions of my little factory for instance.... or the fact that I smoked dope infrequently and occasionally back then. Somehow this filtered back to the Bishop. We went from trying to find constructive ways to deal with traumatic events in my life, (a Childhood of Aspergers Autism for instance). Somehow that led to him using his Doctor Lecter skills on me, and perhaps beat off to my "confessions".

Another instance. I am not very educated, because of my condition, I work hard in life, but only seem to get dead end jobs in which I'm fired, or exploited. (the boss keeps me but doesn't raise me).. So this cock sucker, jokes to this girl, that " Go on Casey tell her how much money you make" and other cunt fuck like that. "I'm younger than him and I make more money than him", etc etc etc. The irony he was a super TBM who therorized all sorts of extra-gossple theroms of the nature of the gosple. Claimed he had a dream of a invasion ship with fellow invaders, saying that 1/3 of them won't return etc etc etc. He went on a mission but left the church, and promptly left the church. I'm glad he as a person left the church, this is always a good thing... But....

Fuck you Dean Hinton, fuck you....



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Hey HC, hope you are finding some help and support for your ASD... There are a few good resources in AB but I think some more support groups would be good thing for adults.

Best kind of work for an Aspie? Finding an employer who understands and accepts your condition, and thus will be able to work with you--or a job that is flexible to begin with?

I currently work in the People's Republic of China. A wonderful paradise, where mental illness doesn't exist, and there are flowers everywhere, and heavenly Mango trees, and everyone is happy....


Translation: mental illness is heavily stigmatized here, plus I don't speak the language. I tired to get help back in Canada, but same thing, Adult Autism doesn't exist. Such a shame, as Autistics are super geniues, who just work in a different way, and can contribute artistically and intellectually and obsessively (once they find their niche in life). When I get back to Canada eventually I'm going to meet up with other Aspies, and figure out a service to help Aspies adjust to life.

It's not that we're stupid. We're just different and late bloomers in life. But when we do bloom everything is nice, while other leaves are wilted. It's like we're a last line of defense, or last traces of Summer an indian summer. Speaking of which I'm surprised that this is November, and there are still green leaves and stuff out here. now THAT'S autism.

It's hard to get adult Asperger's recognized here in the states too.

And yes, an understanding employer would be AWESOME.

I'm on SSI/Disability but with what I save the government in daycare for my grandchildren (and allow my children to be productive and continue their educations), I feel like I'm not a parasite. :)

Yup, got reported to BYU standards (anonymously of course) twice. Once for wearing jeans and another time for letting a male friend visiting from overseas spend the night on my sofa. Both times I was called and attempts were made to intimidate me into professing guilt. Both times I refused to do so and was told that I was "recalcitrant" and let off with a warning.

What I marvel about now, is that it didn't really bother me when it happened.

Looking back, here's my favorite:
When I was 16, a bishop actually told me that a girl had approached him and suggested that I should not be blessing the sacrament.

He was really sneaky about it - bringing me in for a chat after church one day. I think he only told me because I was totally honest with him, and I felt incredibly guilty. I thought he was inspired to talk to me that day. I guess I should have seen how inspiration really works right then and there.

He said he wanted me to keep blessing the sacrament "anyway" because he thought I needed to feel the spirit as much as I could.

I don't consider the girl a rat. I think she was trying to save my soul in a very misguided way. I ended up getting stoned with her again about a month later. Whe was very frisky, but I put the brakes on. I think she might have been testing my resolve.

for smoking, drinking, and miscellaneous other offenses including the dreaded "riding in cars with boys." That last one was so bad, they made a movie about it.

And that was just at the ward in Arvada. At Ricks Big Churchy High School with Curfews and Snitches, I was ratted out for smoking in Porter Park, drinking beer at Pizza Hut, and letting a friend sneak out my bedroom window to meet her boyfriend.

The dean blamed the smoking and drinking rattings on townies, but I don't see how I could have been identified. I didn't have to see the dean for the bedroom window incident, but was instead kicked out of my apartment and sent upstairs to live with girls who I suppose were thought willing to keep better tabs on me. They weren't, but it was very humiliating. I hadn't ever talked about it until recently.

When I was about 15 my dad caught me shaking hands with the unemployed. He frog marched me to the bishop's office the next day and made me confess. I lied and said it was the first and last time. Oh, the thousands of times that didn't get confessed!

While attending BYU-I I had a girlfriend who let me get ahold of her bosoms one night. VERY exciting stuff for a repressed, hormonal young lad such as I was. Within 15 minutes of going home, she knocked on my apartment door to inform me that she'd be telling the bishop presently. She did so. The bishop kinda chewed me out a little. End of story. She was worried about corrupting an innocent young Mormon boy (who would have very much liked to have been corrupted, thank you very much).

Fast forward 10 or so years, it turns out we're both out of the church.

While on my mission, I ratted out my companion. He had a thing for the wife of the first counselor in the local bishopric. They'd hold hands and stuff when they could get a few minutes. I'm still not comfortable with that situation, but I would probably handle it differently now.

Wow... yes, kind of.

So, I'm being a good mormon guy, kind of doing all that's required of me, and a get a call from the bishop to meet with him. I figured he had a calling for me.

Instead, he accused me of having an affair, because "somebody" had told him so. Of course I asked "who said it?," and he replied he couldn't reveal the source. After a few minutes of his arrogant pushing and grilling, he got angry because I wouldn't admit to it. He said, "I've done my part as your bishop, now it's between you and the Lord."

Later he talked to my (now ex)-wife about the allegation, and told her to "keep an eye on me."

I gained a testimony that day of how mormon inspiration actually works.

So, yes, I was ratted on....for something I didn't do.

I had two small kids in nursery several years ago, and a good friend of mine also had her two little ones in there.

The nursery leader was pregnant and had a 1 year old and a 2 year old. You could tell just by looking at her she hated her calling and was so overwhelmed by kids. She literally sat there the whole two hours. So this friend and I had the great idea to "help out" and we planned a small lesson and activity for the next sunday.

So after we did our lesson and activity, the nursery leader leaves the room and then comes back a few moments later. Then the bishop comes in the room and calls me and this friend out into the hall. He told us we offended the nursery leader and to let her do her calling.

And I thought I was helping out...

One of my sisters ratted on me for drinking and banging during the summer I was waiting for my mission call(My plan was to let my mission be a reform school kinda thing, then I would start living right...lol), to the Stake Pres. Oh yeah, I left one thing out....the SP was my Dad! He wasn't amused. But, that single incident is the biggest reason I am out, and on this board 22 years later!

Not me, but my DD.

Her BF was in the MTC where he was subjected to the usual intimidation tactics and insistence that you “confess all” or “the spirit won’t be with you on your mission” BS. He gave in and confessed to whoever it is you confess to in the MTC that he and DD had engaged in some pretty heavy petting AFTER (and that is the key) BF had been called to serve.

The middle-age man (who had NEVER met my DD) called her on her cell phone and put her on speaker phone with BF still in the room. He then proceeded to grill her to “confirm the details” of the sin. She had no warning it was coming and was hysterical afterwards – certain that BF would be sent home and everyone would know she is a slut.

Can't believe she remained a member after that experience.

I bought a house there after the divorce and settled down to raise my daughters (5). I also had 4 sons, grown and late teens. One day the bishop called me and said he was "forced" to investigate reports from my neighbors who told them there were men coming and going from my house at night.

My sons coming to visit, picking up kids, dropping off kids, etc. It turns out that the ward gossip nest was divided as to whether I was a polygamous wife or a whore.

Nice.

I was attending church regularly and liked it very much but couldn't take the step of baptism (basically because I didn't believe it enough or was fully convinced yet and wanted to make more thorough Inquiries and Investigation).

A ward member asked me if there was anything of concern that 'HE'could help me with. I thought greaaaaaaaaaat yes there is and I brought him my findings on blacks less valiant and cursed etc. I dropped him off lots of JOD stuff I had read on the Internet. A week later he said 'I've handed those things to the Bishop and he will see you about it'! Whaaaaaaaaaat!!!

The meeting with the Bishop opened my eyes alot as I started to wonder is this Guy a dumb ass and this church some kind of comedy club? lol It's sad in a way that I started suspected this way as he was a nice bloke and I liked him, but it helped me not get suckered into the fraud.

His answers were generally inadequate. Towards the end of the meeting I asked by the way how did Joseph Smith translate the book of mormon. His response was he used two glass stones over the gold plates and the 'Interpretation' came through in English! lol

He then said perhaps I should ask the Ward Specialist on Historical matters for more details. I didn't bother as this so called 'ward specialist' didn't know Joseph Smith had married other mens wives. I remember him once looking totally bewildered over the discussion I was having with my missionaries about Joseph Smith's polygamy.

It seemed ridiculous that no one seemed to know these things and especialy members with a lifetime service. Scary stuff.

Later I understood why.

I soon lost respect for all the lessons and began to see it all as some kind of wierd comedy. I don't know how I managed to keep my mouth shut during lessons except respect I guess for the ordinary good hearted sincere member.



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I was ratted out on my mission by another missionary

Missionary companion and I used to do a wee bit of travelling on our preparation days. Thought we deserved a day off and a bit of fun - imagine that.

Travelled to several European countries - other than the one we were stationned in - with friends who had a car. Covered it initially, but the tradition in the mission was to mark up your personal map as to were one had been (i.e. cities within the mission boundries was the intent, I think).

A missionary from another apartment in the city (same district) took it upon himself to go into our bedroom while visiting one day, look through our the items inside a sliding glass shelf in our dresser, remove and unfold said map, and then promptly report us to mission headquarters.

Comp and I caught hell for that - both being posted to other cities shortly therafter - but probably avoided getting sent home thanks to another missionary who also ratted out. He knew we were in the soup, so told us he knew the two AP"s had been out of country recently without permission!

Love that guy - he ratted for an honourable reason, I thought.

Once we dropped that on the mission president our punishment was much lighter. And my new city was close to two other borders - crossed them both as well.