When I was 12 or 13 we had a youth caroling activity where the young men and young women rode on a trailer on hay bells with blankets to keep us warm and we would go around our stakes boundaries and sing Christmas carols to the neighbors.
One of the young men who was a year or two older than myself thought it would be a good idea to fondle my breast underneath my blanket as well as slide his hand up my legs and try to put his hand between them. I removed myself from the situation by telling one of my leaders that I was having an asthma attack and needed to ride in one of the many leader vehicles following the trailer. Side note: this wasn’t a complete lie between the cold and the terrible Utah air I was having trouble breathing.
A few months later, at my 6 month interview with my bishop I had finally raised up the courage to tell my bishop what the young man had done. His response went something along the lines of “well that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t wear low cut shirts.” I wore v neck shirts with a tank top so my cleavage was always covered. For the next two years any time I had a meeting with my bishop he would make comments about me needing to wear more modest tops because I was distracting and making the young men uncomfortable and he tried to pry way too far into the serious relationship I had gotten myself into at age 14. The young man from this story was never reprimanded and years later went on to serve his mission. With how I was treated by the church officials I am no longer an lds member and have no intentions of rejoining the church.