My teacher in my school when I was 16.
Gave me a summerjob in his shop he owned and worked in while not teaching.
I thought it was because I was a good student with talent.
And ended up working all the while that man, my teacher, commented on my “young, tight body”, and other sexualized remarks, also claiming I should FEEL PROUD and HONORED that men commented my body. I didn’t dare to ask him to stop but I felt terrified and horribly stressed and anxious all.the.time.
The worst was once, when he drove me home, and kept staring at my legs (I had shorts on, it was a hot day), and just and just stopped himself from leaning in towards me and I really shyed away visibly. Seemed like he was going to try to kiss me. Then he started talking about his marriage and how boring it was. After that car-ride the commenta faded a bit, and he got more mean, assigning difficult tasks and then mouthing on me for not being fast enough or effective enough.
My motivation for work plummeted that summer. And I started having problems with sleep which meant that I sometimes was a bit late for work too, which I got to hear about of course.
Luckily he did not return to teach at my school next year. But that has marked a lot of my future like a scar. I trusted him.
And he did THAT.
