Balaboostas    [...] Thirteen years ago, when my husband was 14 years old, he was raped. He was a young boy,   who came from a family that never quite fit in however hard they  tried.  His parents divorced when he was 2, and he suffered for years as  a  result of that. At the age of 9, a judge made him decide. Mommy or   daddy? Yes I repeat, mommy or daddy, “who do you want to live with?” the   judge sweetly asked him.
 
My  husband chose daddy, because mommy was no longer frum,  stable, nor  lived in the community, and daddy said he could still see  mommy and he  would let her come and visit. Mommy promised she would. But  she never  did. [...]
He   was 14, he had a job in a local shop and got rather close with the   owner. Until one day he got a little too friendly and raped him. [...]
My   husband knew something was wrong. Something bad had happened. Being  the  technological savvy teenager he was, he managed to actually obtain  the  cd of the CCTV camera that had recorded them.
He  decided he would go to speak to their Rabbi about what had happened.  Surely his saintly Rabbi, who everyone in the community flocked to for  advice, would be able to help him.
And so there he found himself, seated in his Rabbi’s house, telling him his story. From beginning to end.
Once   he had said his piece, he looked up at his Rabbi, with his tear  stained  face and asked him “what shall I do? What shall you do?” and  brace  yourself for this response.
“You  won’t do anything, you must not tell  anyone about this or about this  conversation, don’t tell your father,  don’t tell your friends, or  everyone will know what a bad person and boy  you are, you will be  shamed, you will be nothing. Now go and never  speak of this again to  anyone.” [...]
He did not blame the man that raped him. He blamed the Rabbi for covering it up.
When   I met my husband at some point in our relationship prior to marriage, I   was told about all of this. He confided in me, and I promised to keep   his secret and support him no matter what. [...]
As   every young couple starts their new marriage, one of the most exciting   aspects is the physical side, the intimacy.In our relationship, we had   it before we were married, although we had firmly kept to our  self-made  rule of anything but sex before marriage.
I   first realised something was wrong when I would cry myself to sleep at   night, feeling so rejected when my husband once again told me “I’m not   in the mood tonight, I just want to cuddle.”
We   had sex, but it was not as often as I would have liked or wanted. But   after countless arguments, we just came to the conclusion that we were   different from each other and we had different sex drives. And the good   outweighed the bad, so we tried not to make it a big deal out of it.  [....]
But   that was when the flashbacks started for my husband. Every time he   looked at our daughter, all he could feel was fear, and images of what   had happened played in his mind over and over again. All he saw were   images of himself being raped. He feared for our daughter’s safety, and   he fell into a deep depression. [...]
He did not want to talk. He wanted to forget. [....]
And then it happened.
Our community exploded.
Headlines   read as follows: “Hariedi Rabbi Exposed in Rape Sex Scandal”,   “Prominent Marriage Counsellor Inappropriate with Married Women.”The   list can go on and on. And then the big one:“Rabbi Resigns from All   Positions”
During   the course of these past few months, we have watched the biggest   cover-up in our community unfurl. Finally, this Rabbi is being exposed   for the heinous crimes he has committed. Not only did he cover up for   rapists and pedophiles, but he was a molester himself. [...]
But finally, my husband is beginning to heal. [...]
I   would not say my husband empathises with or understands the man that   raped him. But to this day, he is not willing to press charges against   him or speak to the police. Therefore, there is a pedophile roaming the   streets of our community and has gotten away scot free.
And that is the hardest part for me. I need this man to be punished. I feel like he has ruined my husband’s life and my own.
I   do not think that my husband realises what our sex life could be like   if he had not been raped, or maybe he does realize but he does not want   to dwell on it, because the harsh reality is that the lack of sex, has   led to the lack of a pregnancy. We have been desperate for a second   child for over a year; but until now, we have not been able to make that   happen because of the lack of intercourse.
I   stand by my husband and I am patient for him because I love him. I  love  him unconditionally, partly because I know he is my soul mate and   partly, I make the extra effort because I know he has no one else in  the  world that can love him unconditionally. [....]
During the course of these past few months, we have watched the  biggest cover-up in our community unfurl. Finally, this Rabbi is being  exposed for the heinous crimes he has committed. Not only did he cover  up for rapists and pedophiles, but he was a molester himself.
But as always, there will always be the poor misguided souls that  will follow their leader to whichever depths of the lowest places they  will go.There were those that fought back, and the fights are still  taking place.It is far from over.