This post deals with sexual assault and might be triggering for some readers.
"Can I have your phone number?"
It was lunchtime at the only school in a small coastal town of New South Wales. Dani* was a Year 12 student with both the thrill and fear of her future on the horizon, in the midst of the stresses of completing her Higher School Certificate.
On this particular Wednesday, she was plodding along in the playground, by herself, when the school’s PE teacher approached her. It seemed odd, considering he hadn’t taught her for a few years.
But when they began talking, she quickly realised this wasn’t about her studies.
He wanted to let her know he "had a thing" for her. He was a 50-year-old man. She was a 17-year-old girl.
Dani was taken aback. Her friends often joked that their PE teacher had a 'crush' on her - a remark she would simply brush aside. Clearly, though, her friends' instincts were right.
He had a deep infatuation for her. Dani didn’t have any such feelings for him, but she also didn’t see the harm in sharing her number.
Two weeks later, at 10pm on a weeknight, her phone pinged.
"Hey, do you want to come over for a study session?"
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The text took Dani back to the times he had taught her, in her first three years at this school.
When she was 14 years old, her stepfather was emotionally and physically abusing her at home. At the time, there was only one person who would ask her about her home life: her PE teacher.
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