Respectfully, as a child survivor of an adult predator in the '70s and then as a university student in the '80s who survived some scary moments in the company of socially dominant men on campus, on the urban US east coast, nope. Nope nope nope. Victim disbelieving and victim blaming and shaming were just as prevalent then as they are now. Women might have whispered among their most trusted girlfriends about the peers who assaulted them or were creepily aggressive on dates, but we never let our male friends know. We trusted them with many things, but still that trust had gendered limits, because we also knew how they joked around about dating behavior, how they behaved, or at least postured, when on the prowl. Becoming one of those stories of either frustration or 'conquest' would have been the social kiss of death. And telling our parents? Unthinkable. They thought we were good girls, and things like that just didn't happen to good girls.
The situation may appear more openly toxic now, because women are speaking out in increasing numbers and their abusers try to defend their own behavior by attacking the women's. But the silencing then, the pressure not to rock the boat or let anyone know damaging things had been done to you by social peers or authority figures, the internalizing by women of the need to self-police and self-blame instead of understanding that forced intimacy is assault and assault is always a crime, was absolutely suffocating.
JMO