We’d meet when I had study hall, or yearbook class, or after school while I was supposed to be tutoring younger students. He’d email me later about my “sweet tight jeans.” He openly resented my (age-appropriate) boyfriend until I ended the relationship. The one aunt who tried to raise the alarm — who saw him for what he was — was ridiculed and shunned. Because I did nothing about my high school teacher. We were a poorly kept secret all four years of college, but secrets are easy to keep when no one cares to know the truth.

Source: Huffington Post February 19, 2026 16:41 UTC