Survivor Stories

He was my AP Psychology teacher my senior year of high school. I was a vulnerable teen, dealing with feelings of depression, anxiety, and SH/SI. It was probably around late fall when this all began.

I found out recently that my Middle School Math Teacher and Abuser had died.

I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world! To be noticed and admired by the teacher I'd had a crush on ever since the very first day I sat in his class.

My experience happened in the early 1970s when I was in 9th through 11th grades. 

I met my abuser at the end of 9th grade when I was 14. He was a substitute right out of college and the following year returned as a full-timer.

My abuse began in 1961 when I was an 8th grade student at Pierce Junior High School in Redford Township, Michigan.

When I was in Jr. High... I was actually raped by a coach who was also the father of a friend.

He was Mr. U, my former 7th grade Texas History teacher.

I'm Katie and I am 17. It's a long story but this is what happened. I have been going to an all girls Catholic School since 8th grade.

He made me feel special. I was 14, and didn't even like boys yet. Mr. Lamb was the new vocal music teacher, a demanding, intimidating man who had a wife and a small child.

I am 36 and I work as a legal secretary and I live in San Francisco with my husband. I came across your website when I was looking in the net thesaurus under "molest" and then I saw the word "survivor" and here I am.

It was the start of 8th grade and it seemed as if it was going to be just another year like all the rest. The teacher we had was new and all the kids thought he was cool.

I have wanted to write my story for a really long time, but there are some things that have been getting in my way. It is hard to face the truth and to relive it by writing it down, but I am writing it down in hopes it will either help someone else or set another small part of me free.

When I was in high school, I remember thinking that if ever my life was made into a movie, there would be a video montage with me running by myself on the track while it snowed.

My name is Jason and I AM A SURVIVOR of educator sexual abuse and exploitation. 

The mother of one of my best friends growing up was a teacher at my grade school. I never had her for a teacher directly, but saw her every day at school. It was years before I realized that I had been the victim of sexual abuse because it was a little more subtle and indirect than your typical case of abuse.

The story begins in a small town in South Central Pennsylvania in 1976. A young, impressionable 10-year-old boy enters the 6th grade at the local elementary school. His teacher was a married woman, with no children, who became fond of Michael, who was struggling with his studies.

It happened to me... everyone just looks away and ignores it, but it happened to me. I took a stand and reported it to the school, but even they turned away. Everyone hated me for the things that he had said about me.

My name is Ellen, and my daughter is a survivor (victim) of educator sexual abuse and misconduct. We reported the incident in late Feb. '00, and as this goes to print, no trial date has been set. Due to this, my daughter has to end and begin a school year with this "hanging over her head."

It took me twenty-eight long years to finally “get it.” My affair with the teacher began when I was 17, a senior in high school. He was in his forties and married.

I was 13. He was 28. That was 31 years ago. He was my art teacher, whom I have since affectionately nicknamed Shithead.

I was a freshman in high school. He was my resource teacher. I will call him Mr. N. He made me feel so special. I was having family problems, and I would talk to him about my problems.

I was a kid – you were a man. My pain is palpable – but only to me. I can’t seem to move, to act, to breathe. In searching for answers, I only find pain as old, familiar questions arise again.

In the two years since this has occurred, I have gone through a variety of emotions. I was utterly depressed at first because I thought I had ruined his life and everything was my fault. I felt that I shouldn't have come onto him in the first place.

On February 11th, 2001, I was sexually assaulted while I was passed out with alcohol poisoning and almost dead. I guess I should tell the whole story so you understand why I still consider this rape.