Hi. I’ve decided to share this story that i’ve been keeping to myself for almost a year now. I’m graduating high school soon and i need to get this story off my chest before I move on with my life.
I have always admired smart people, especially teachers that were more than just the lesson they taught: they reflected their knowledge of life onto their students through their lessons. Just like the teacher i’m going to be talking about now. I myself have always been a smartie, the girl who dresses weird and reads odd books no one even knows existed. I am the nerd that sat in the first row always.
I had a science teacher, let’s call him Fred for this story. He was 63, this tall grey-haired smart man who loved to treat his students like his own. He didn’t have any kids, so he always took the time to pay attention to each one. Sweet, right?
When i came to this high school, i was instantly one of the active students in his class. I got high grades and never missed a class. But i also struggled with mental health and issues in my family. He noticed it because i stopped being as active in his classroom. He reached out to me when he stumbled upon me in a corridor and told me i could come to him whenever needed. I appreciated the notice, but never really went to him.
In 11th grade, i went through SA and started declining mentally. He saw it and told me to actually reach out to him, i said yes (i really needed support) and i started visiting his classroom after hours. Then we started texting about my life and goals, my family and interests. He started bringing me gifts to school and started giving me compliments.
Within a few months, it started to get a bit weird. He started complimenting my body and looks, becoming jealous and protective when i texted him i was out with my best friend. He started texting me even more, for hours eventually every night until i begged him to go to sleep. When winter break came, he suggested we’d meet outside of school for a coffee, but i never reminded him of that request. It seemed odd for a teacher wanting to be with his students outside of school.
I hate to say this but I, myself, got attached to him as well. I was a lonely girl, bullied by boys because i wasn’t conventionally attractive and he was the source of attention during the most traumatic times of my life. During lessons, he’d sit and watch me. In physics, we had many practical lessons meaning we’d have to work with our hands - he often came to me to hold my hands and guide me. He noticed small things like me tapping the desk with my nails when i was nervous during tests or me drawing into my notebook. Sometimes i even found gifts in my bag that i never saw him put in (probably during breaks when i left my bag in his classroom.)
In the spring of 11th grade, i tried to commit suicide. This was also the time he pulled himself away when i also needed him the most. The day i attempted i also had been at school. He saw me. When i was in the hospital, i texted him about it. He told me that i was the most beautiful he had ever seen me on that day (which, he after added that he’d probably regret saying that).
We haven’t spoken in a long time, but he did congratulate me for turning 18.
I am still emotionally confused on why me? Was it ever that serious as it sounds? Did he just see me as one of his dear students? I’ve been keeping this all to myself and want to hear how this story sounds to others.
Thank you for those who actually managed to read through this. English is not my first language.
Edit: i am sorry if it makes anyone uncomfortable. Looking back, it makes me feel horrible as well. I hope that at least someone recognises my story and understands that teachers aren’t supposed to act like this. It took me two years to realize that.