At the pulpit stood the newly called stake Relief Society president. "What do we need to be focusing on that we aren't yet?" Shakily, I write an answer. I look over at my husband. He sees what I've written and nods. Smiles. "Say it," he mouths. She's now calling on people from the crowd. A mic travels around a chapel stuffed full of two wards of adults. I raise my hand. The mic travels to me. My legs are shaking, but my voice is clear: "We need to talk about sexual abuse. We need to talk about it here at church. Shame is the first enemy of survivors. If we hear the stories of other people going through it, shame cannot survive that. We need to hear the stories." The Stake Presidency counselor at the meeting came to the mic. I steeled myself. I'd heard so many, many warnings. They won't listen to you, not really. "I promise you I'm going to follow up on this," he said, looking down at me from that pulpit. He did. We met and talked about what can be done to support survivors in our stake. The Stake Presidency invited me to give a talk in every ward, testifying of how Christ has healed me and that I did go through sexual abuse. They invited me to help facilitate emotional resilience classes. A place where I could learn how to belong to my church again. I spoke, and he listened. Ever since, when I tell my story, I am met with care, listening, and at least one other survivor will come up and say me too. We can talk about sexual abuse as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It happens to us just like it happens everywhere else. It's always happened throughout church history. I suspect it's always happened through human history. The worst thing we can do is ignore it. The best thing we can do is speak up.