I was brought up in the Plymouth Brethren. Even as a small child I sensed things were 'not right' and that many of the men, (and one woman) were 'weird.'
When I was six 'Uncle Sid', as he was affectionately known, used to play 'hide and seek' in the car park in front of all the parents after the service. He never 'tagged' me but always caught me by the chest where he had a good squeeze.
In those days, people didn't know about child abuse, these people got away with it in plain sight.
With the level of what was going on, in any other organisation you can name, the whole thing would have been closed down, lock, stock and barrel.
Instead, it's been covered up and, for that, shame on every single person who let this happen and continues to do so.