I went to the police.
They couldn’t arrest them. A group of men testified for each other were all party to the abuse.
I joined age 15 in scouts. They celebrated when I became ‘legal’ and chanted ‘legal’ over the girls heads on finding out our ages.
Some had girlfriends and they were supporting leaders and they hid and kissed and touched me (not sure how many others) underneath their partners noses.
They plied us with drink. I went abroad with them to Barcelona , Bruges, and a London trip. My small group of ventures was encouraged to connect to wider groups across Scotland and beyond. That was where we met the abusers. They were so brass it wasn’t abuse to them. They were leading the ‘good time’ and that’s why we joined ventures the alcohol and ‘adventure’ right?
I was shy quiet innocent scared girl at school. Easy to target as wouldn’t say boo to a goose.
I woke up at camps by long sheer tie-dye crop had small detail buttons from neck down…all I buttoned and no top woke cold naked on a plastic ground sheet next to a leader. I was raped in a corridor I lost my virginity to this man. He was annoyed I didn’t scream out in joy…so went ‘down’ and bit off part my clitoris and said ‘you felt that though right’ I bled in silence for days called a slut by peers. No one helped and even at going to police and police investigation the ‘friends’ if my youth didn’t care or speak up.
No one spoke up. The drenched thrown in a shower laughed at. The cloud of being tossed about drunk….when the alcohol underage became the way to cope.
The ‘blind date’ games getting us to speak as sexy as possible for a camp fire activity. Pairing us…just no more 15-17 to go ‘have fun’ now. The dripping of chocolate etc…
The ‘relationships’ on these trips…. Leaders with young girls.
I became a young leader to try and stop them hurting the girls younger in the group who were in guides with me.
No one helped. Not even as an adult. They were drunken orgies with young people being abused rewarded for organising the most ‘adventurous’ locations for all this chaos to happen. Under canvas bunk house…or the ‘reunion’ parties.
Three leaders at least the main three I remember. Other victims surely have spoken up?!? I don’t know. They and no one cared what they did to me then and when I reported to police. They weren’t stopped.
It wasn’t just my group… another was attached to the university I was told they were linked too…
Move on….it was just a laugh right?