When I was 15, one of my brothers friends forced me to touch them and do things that I never would have dreamed to do. I tried to run away but he grabbed me and forced me into his car. When I got home that night I covered my body with bleach because I felt so disgusted with what just happened and didn’t know how else to “cleanse” myself.
I decided that I needed to talk to someone about this and so I made an appointment with my bishop. After explaining in full detail with him, he didn’t utter an ounce of empathy towards me and my situation. He jumped into letting me know that I needed to take responsibility in my part of what happened. He asked me to not take the sacrament for 6 months. I was beyond devastated and humiliated what had just happened. This man that I trusted put my abuse on me instead of seeking help for what I had just been through.