Hello All,
I must say that reading all these posts have really brought back so many memories for me. I had a terrible experience at my hearing, which I believe now, really bordered on sexual abuse of the mental kind.
Our congregation was small. This was difficult for the few young people that attended. When I was 21 and still a virgin, I was lonely and wanted to find a suitable brother to date and marry. The few that I was around were very agressive and I had to fight some of them off me, and the couple others were just not my type. My mother kept telling me that I couldn't date boys in the world, and I'd had some very nice guys from High School that wanted to take me out, but I had to say NO everytime--and here I was just getting older and more lonely. I finally got my license to drive and got my first car, which got me on the road. Once on the road, I began to enjoy a freedom that I'd never had. I began to hang out at the local bowling alley, where I ended up meeting this boy.
I fell hard and after many months of saying NO to sex, it finally happened. I was mortified and felt like I was a terrible sinner and would be punnished severely (by God). So I immediately went to the brothers and confessed. They told me how serious it was, and they held a hearing. No one was allowed to be with me.
They asked me some of the most private and personal questions that burn in my mind to this day. They were so concerned about whether I had the big "O", and just exactly what he did to me and what I did to him. Whether or not we were totally naked. Where we did the deed. I just can't even go into it here. They offered me no real advice or help. They said that I was probably pregnant and that's why I was there. Right then, I knew they really didn't know me at all. They did not care for me as "their sister", and they used their position to humiliate me. They were more interested in hearing all about the experience, in full juicy sexual detail--The big confession. I broke down and sobbed and cried, and they had me right where they wanted me. Apparently, they decided that I was really bad and had to be df'd because I had been known very well in the congregation, and they wanted to set an example to alll the other young people.
My mother never has believed my account of what happened. She has said that those Elders would never have acted that way.... The year was 1968.
Karen/Sentinel