I am an ardent reader of Kinnaka's blog and yes I am also one of the anonymous people commenting. I am sharing my story not to discredit anyone but to as a some sort of therapy for me and who knows, someone out their might be in the same situation or learn.
I come from a very religious family. My mother is a "Strong" Catholic Women Association (CWA) member and my dad a headmaster in one of the Catholic primary schools in the North West region of Cameroon. My family was and is still involved in all church activities and respected in the community even though we are not rich.
When I was 14-year-old I was a cadet in one of the programs in our local parish which was aimed developing all virtues in youths and encouraging them to live the exemplary life of Mary. I was a cadet of Mary. I loved it because all my friends were there and always played dodge-ball after meetings. My friends kept telling me the Parish priest treated me different from anyone else. He use to buy me little gifts like biscuits, sweets, chocolate etc. He also invited me to his office all the time to help him arrange papers or help clean. He was also a family friend so I thought that is why he was nice to me. On my 15th birthday Father Joe (real name withheld for privacy) invited me to his office and keyed the door. He had a very strange look on his face and asked me to come sit on his laps and presented me with chocolate he had bought as a birthday gift to me. He then took my favourite t-shirt I was wearing at that time off. My breast just started growing so they were really painful. The next thing I knew his mouth was over my breast and his hands making their way in my pants. Let me safe you from the painful details of what happened that day in that room. All I can say is that father Joe raped me on my 15th birthday. He helped me clean up and then told me not to tell anyone or I will go to hell.
I was in agony for days! I stopped going to the cadet and would stay outside if father Joe was celebrating mass. After a month my parents noticed the change and after talking to me to no avail they asked father Joe to talk to me. I wanted to tell them he was the cause of the problem but was too scared. Father invited me to his office and raped me again! This time I had to tell someone. I ran home in tears and told my mother what happened.
She invited my father to come listen to what I had to say and shockingly they didn't believe me. They blamed my best friend who's mother was labelled the community prostitute for teaching me immoral things. I was asked never to see or play with her again. Father Joe was invited to our house and what I told my parents was repeated to him by them and asked him to pray for me. Father Joe looked me in the eye and asked me why I was lying and trying to destroy him and my family.
Everything carried on as if nothing had happened and I started going to church again even though I was forced by my parents. Father Joe stopped giving me special treatment and instead treated me badly. There was one time he made me clean almost the whole church alone. I was lucky when he got transferred 4 months after I told my parents.
My parents never talked about the incident again still this date. They still don't believe me. My mother is still a "Strong" CWA member and my father almost going for retirement as headmaster. I grew up broken and angry. People ask me why I am so different from my two sisters and brother. My answer is I was raped by someone I respected and looked up to and as if that was not bad enough my protectors (parents) did not believe me and instead gave my rapist another chance to rape and destroy me again.
I still go to church, but only to pray with other people and not to celebrate the clergy men and women.
I hope my story can inspire parents to listen and investigate what their children tell them. If you have been through the same situation I am story and don't lose faith.