I know exactly how you feel when you find yourself being treated as almost( to my mind) unstable, due to the horror of finding out your' child was abused. They usually don't believe you, not really. And if you are telling the truth, then you are the dangerous one.
With all my years of life behind me and some to come, I still cannot shake out of my memories how I was forced to study with a brother who was at least 30+. Father would not let me refuse to go, he forced this study on me to make me " a better child". I recall the man's name to this day, I will never forget it. What he liked to do was to drive me halfway to his house and stop somewhere near the coast. I can't go into detail.
I was 11 and had enough experience, tragically, to know what this man was up to.
I was not up to protecting myself very well though and the only resource I had was to bolt as fast as I could out of that car and run until I was unable to run any further. I told my mother about what this married brother was doing, begging her not to tell dad. She promised she would keep her word. But she told the worst person in my life, my father.
I spent that summer in my bedroom, in the stinking heat. I had to say sorry for lying to the overseer in our congregation. I had to put up with being treated less like a young child and more like an animal. My father came in regularly to "correct" me. He had his ways, believe me.
I can't go on it makes me sick all over again.
I will say this though. That brother at the kingdom hall, got worse and worse. In the late seventies he was "warned" about his overtures to the young girls in our congregation. That was all that was done.
I was treated like a delinquent and told I was wicked, evil, filthy minded..........I was definitely going to die at Armageddon. There is so much in my memory about those times as a child and later as a young adult. If I could take my father and that brother to court I would.
Guess what! I was threatened with court action instead!! I was threatened with every sort of legal action that came to their minds. This is true, every word of it. I had my children by then and had finally fully confronted my father,who would die in a few months time. So much for a child feeling safe and loved. The older and wiser men in the congregation treated me as a very nasty wicked child..............