Both my husband and I were virgins when we married in an LDS temple. A few days after the wedding, I developed a urinary tract infection, the first one I ever had. I didn’t have a doctor in our little college town, but the father of a young man in our college ward was a Stake President and a family doctor, so I made an appointment with him.
He had me undress fully with only a gown on. This should have been red flag #1 that something was wrong. Then, he did a breast exam! Red flag #2. Finally he put me in stirrups and began to fondle my clitoris. A nurse was present. She was an elderly lady.
He asked me if what he was doing felt good. I stammered I didn’t know and looked at the nurse, who immediately stared at the floor and looked like she was really troubled. He continued to fondle my clitoris and asked if it would feel good if the “right” person were doing it. I stammered again that I didn’t know and said I needed to leave. He told me I had “honeymoon cystitis” and that he would give me some pills.
I was so ashamed, I never told my husband, my parents, my friends, anyone. I am now in my seventies. This predator must have taken advantage of so many innocent girls in the 1960’s whom he knew to be virgins so they could be married in the temple. I have wondered since how many other girls in that little town were abused by this “pillar of the church”.