You bet. Teenage girls even more so than boys.
I've read what's been revealed in the past couple of years here with the Catholic sex abuse scandals in Minnesota. Men (and a few women) coming out with their stories years later, having hidden it because of shame, and it almost always turns out that the accused priest was already known by the church as an abuser. When someone is in a position of authority over you, it has to be difficult to cope with what's happened.
I read and hear about this stuff and it always makes me wonder. During my complete childhood and youth I was never in a situation where someone might have been in a position to molest me. Not because I was so protected, I had fist fights and brushes with the law, contact with drugs etc. Jokingly, I always say "I was already sexually unattractive as a child, no one went after me even back then." Essentially, I was respectless of adults and had a disdain for all of them, I kept my distance. I did not think they should wield any power over me; age and experience meant nothing to me (folly, I know, but that is how I was). I didn't have a trust relationship with anyone adult - not even my parents, you're darn right I was a loner! - that would have allowed exploitation. (I guess you could have forcibly physically raped me though.)
I remember one evening in Munich (it was the week Never Mind the Bollocks came out, I remember being disappointed about its "glam rock" sound when I had expected something like the MC5) - I was 16 - where an adult in a bar asked (a teacher, he said) whether we would like to come to his apartment. I could immediately tell he wasn't after me, but after my friend. We went there, he offered us drinks (not that I didn't drink back then, but I just didn't want to be invited for a drink), I declined and got itchy to leave. My thought was, why should an adult show any interest in us unless ... In the end, I basically dragged my friend out of the apartment by his (long blond) hair (the "teacher" did not stop us, he just looked kind of sad at us departing). That was my one and only close encounter. Certainly harmless by other people's experiences, I know.
My parents weren't great or especially conscious pedagogues (as a middle child you learn quickly that you are not the be- and end-all of the family!
), they were pretty much laissez faire, but educated by their own behavior and conduct (leading by example), but one thing they did happily not imbue me with was respect for authorities (real or perceived) or the adult world (I guess the Nazi experience - a whole nation being molested and misused - and their disdain for the bigotted Catholic Church had a lot to do with that). They gave me a sceptic outlook on things.
A lot of these victim reports - discounting scenarios where you are pinned down to the ground and raped - share that people were either in fear or awe of authority or found adult interest in them somehow a positive thing. I was so alienated from everything, I just wanted to be left alone. And for the very overwhelming part, that is what people did.
