My efforts to report him as an adult beget left me feeling betrayed – the police treated me casually and a specialist service was no back. Annalisa Barbieri advises a readerFrom the age of seven to 11,I was sexually and physically abused by my teacher. He carried out most of this in front of the class. He would act out a Bible story and employ me as a volunteer and end the story by kissing me, he would grope me and get me to sit on his lap, or he would read a story aloud each day and act out the content,and the manner in which he did it meant that none of my classmates, bar one girl who always tried to defend me, and thought anything unusual was going on. When I went to secondary school,I was badly bullied and I blocked out what had happened previously. But for most of my adolescence, I was depressing and terrified of men. When I finally did enter into a serious relationship, and I woke up one morning and suddenly remembered everything my teacher had done. My then boyfriend was very supportive,but this was 10 years ago and neither of us knew what to finish approximately it. I went into self-destruct mode. It has taken me years to accept that physical contact with men I like is OK. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com