Children confessing to the bishop

T.W. innapropriate conversations between bishops and youth (I've tried to leave out explicit language per sub rules, but it still may be triggering for some)

I've been thinking a lot about this topic lately, and I feel like I have to ask other people if this was their experience with the church?

As most of us know, in cases of serious sin in the Mormon church, it's expected that you go talk to the bishop. Depending on the severity, you may ne asked to forego the sacrement for a period of time, or something similar.

My experience with this is when I was thirteen years old and deeply Mormon (parents both held callings, I went to young women's every Wednesday and church every sunday etc.) Like most teenagers, I eventually "explored" my own body. Afterward, overwhelmed with guilt, I set up an appointment with my bishop to confess what I had done and solve the problem.

This interview was done alone with the bishop in a room with a closed door. The entire time, he had his hand on my upper back in what I think was meant to be a reassuring gesture. He asked me questions about the specific details of my experience for about ten minutes. Questions included where and how stimulation was achieved, what media (if any) had been used, and how long it lasted. I cried from embarrassment and he told me that it was good I was feeling shame, because that's the first step to repentance. Afterward, he said a prayer for me to resist temptation, patted me on the back, and let me leave.

This interview made me feel worse than the actual "sin", but I wasn't quite able to put it into words until years later. I don't think it's okay at all to have children talk about their "sins" alone in a room with a grown man, but I'm wondering if my experience was even typical, or if something was more wrong than normal.

So, for those of you who are comfortable sharing, does this sound familiar? Were you asked so many questions, or touched (innocently?) During the interview? I'm just trying to figure out if this was normal behavior, or if I was right to be creeped-out by it.