I went through this as a child. For ten years. My parents knew about it and so did the church, but because he was high up in the church they all chose to still send me there and sweep it under the carpet. Anyway its a long complicated story. I was forced to sign letters that I will never speak about it and I was forced to confess my sins in front of elders. Once you confess you are not allowed to speak about it ever again.
When I was 26 I decided to make a case against the person. We do not have a statue of limitations on cases like this in our country. He was sent to prison for a short while, got parole and went back to live a cushy life in the church.
Although I am glad that I stood up for myself and opened it up so everyone knew what he did to me and other girls it comes at a cost. I lost my entire family and friend group and was basically shunned. And now because I got my "justice" I feel that I am not allowed to feel sad about it or to mourn my life of to suffer from complications of it because I have had my turn to get justice. I feel guilty for not being a 100% because I have had my justice and I am suppose to be over it by now and let it go. So after so many years and going through a trial, I still feel like I have no voice.