I enjoyed my work with my church. As a lady in my 70s, I also enjoyed the compliments received from one of the priests.
He often came to my home. Following an operation, the priest took care of me. I was on high doses of medication when he initiated a sexual relationship. He caused me physical harm and on one occasion, he was so rough that he broke my ribs. After being a member of the church for over 60 years, I came to doubt my faith and no longer attend services. Survive’s support for me was vital because I felt so let down by the church when I reported the priest. I later discovered there had been concerns about him going back to before his ordination. I wish they had put me first, believed me from the start and that I was not made to feel like I didn’t matter.