Well the abuse took place in 1973 during the Chicago International Convention. My mom started studying in the spring and so this was our first ever convention.
The brothers fiance was on the convention, she was a regular pioneer.
It happened on the way home, on a bus full of witnesses for 4 hours. I never moved, never said anything. Then when we got to the KH onto a van to go back to our town he managed to set beside me and it continued. I was so naive...and in shock.
It was in the following December I approached the only elder and told him about it. The end result was he was privately reproved and I was put on a years restriction from no socializing with the other girls. It was so unfair. And the warning was given to not tell anyone, nor my dad as he would kill the guy. The 'brother' tells me afterwards that 'I was a mature girl'. And he appreciated me speaking up.
Then him and the sister were married, her not told of his behaviour of playing with little girls. Years later they divorced. I was in the town her parents lived many years later and just told the father what had happened back in 1973, and his only reply was, 'well you were the first of many'.
The sister remarried, but the 2 sons they had were never right. They too had been abused.
Just before I was dfed I found out he had been dfed and was reinstated and had married another 'sister'.
It urks me to no end how a person tries their whole life to do things Jehovahs way and get kicked out by a group of men......and others, just do things over and over and keep on smiling.
And this experience is only a small part of the jw adventure.