I was raped by a stake president’s son when I was 14 (in 1994). The bishop did not let my mother come into the interview she arranged (which she did because she thought I slept with someone — not bothering to know the details of my rape). Instead of suggesting I press charges or get checked out by a doctor, my bishop at the time told me it was my fault. He made me give explicit details of the rape, even though I was in hysterics. He said if I became pregnant that I would go to Outer Darkness. He punished me and never contacted my rapist’s bishop.
The bishop told his wife, too. This led me being shunned in my ward, and from my school mates. The boy kept harassing and physically pushing me, even threatening to kill me. Not one adult, even teachers at school, would defend me because he was a stake president’s son.
I have tried numerous suicide attempts, and for most of my adult life I could not have normal sexual relations with any of my spouses.
I was made to feel dirty and like it was my fault. I don’t think that way any more, but it doesn’t take back the suicidal thoughts or feelings of worthlessness.