When I went to college I met a guy and began to date him. He told me that he looked at pornography and I didn’t really know what to do about that. I went to the bishop and he encourage me to date him as he told me he was a “good catch” and everything would be ok because he was visiting with him about the issue. As time went on things developed worse and worse. I didn’t really know what to think or do, so I was on the fence about breaking up with him because he started watching porn again. I went to the bishop and asked him if I were his daughter, knowing what he knew, would he suggest me to continue dating this guy. He said yes. As time went on, I sat down to watch a movie with this guy and he grabbed me and tried to rape me. I fought to get away and went into speak with the bishop with bruises up and down my arms and face, I told him what had happened. He told me I wouldn’t be able to do any better than this guy, he shouldn’t have done that, but he just needed a sexual outlet, and I shouldn’t worry because he would sign the papers for him to marry me in the temple. I told him I was dumping him, I was done and I was reprimanded again that I would not find better and I left out of the bishop’s office and dumped the guy.
I couldn’t bring myself to go back to that ward, seeing that man who was willing to sign papers for me to marry someone who would rape me (and there is visible signs of it). I went to a new ward and told the bishop what had happened. He told me that I was crazy and that wasn’t true, I went to the stake president, same thing. I even wrote in to Salt Lake (no man over young single adults out on their own for the first time should be advising women to marry attempted rapists). Nothing happened to this man. He remained in his post and it makes me sick to think how many other women weren’t strong enough not to trust the bishop.