Hi, my name is Laura and I'm 19 years old living in Australia. For over two years I was in an abusive sexual relationship with my trombone teacher. Now I am going to report him. But I have no idea what the process is.
Before I delve in I'll give you a bit of background info. When I was 13 years old I was raped by a stranger at a party. This was obviously a traumatic experience, and as I was scared of getting into trouble I never told anyone. I developed severe depression and started self-harming. On several occasions I attempted suicide. I developed an addiction to ecstasy, when I was 14, but realised that it was destroying the shred of good left in my life so kicked the habit. My family life has always been good, with incredibly supportive parents and two amazing siblings. I guess one thing that's been really hard for me has been to stop blaming myself for what happened, and to stop blaming myself for being depressed. I always feel like there's so many people out there that have it worse than me, so why should I feel so sad. It is difficult to come to terms with the fact that this is a chemical imbalance in my brain, and it isn't something I can fix by myself.
When I was 15 I told one of my good friends Daniel about the rape. I trusted him and it was getting too hard for me to deal with on my own. He was 21 at the time and was also my trombone teacher. He was very supportive and urged me to get counseling or search for help. Over time I opened up to one of the teachers at school and started counseling and therapy. By the age of 17 I was on anti-depressants and well on the road to moving on with my life.
But during the years from when I was 15, until when I was 17, Daniel started a sexual relationship with me. I didn't particularly want to be in a relationship with him, all I really wanted was our friendship to stay how it was. He was a great teacher and I thought he was a good friend, and at the time I didn't feel like I could afford to lose any friends. Daniel put me in a position where it was either sex or nothing. He exploited me sexually and used his position as a teacher to undermine my confidence and force me into a relationship. I always knew it was wrong, but I have blamed myself for a long time. When I was 17 he moved to Sydney so the relationship, and therefore the abuse, stopped. I never told anyone official because I was so terrified of the consequences.
I thought that I'd be able to forget, or move on with my life. But for so long it was so difficult to do that. I didn't blame Daniel, I blamed myself. And I also still thought I wanted to be friends. I thought maybe things could go back to how they had been. He still had such a powerful grip on me mentally, and I couldn't escape that. I started to open up to an old friend of mine, who had always been really supportive. Mark was like a big brother, because he was older than me and always looked out for me.
A few days ago Mark and I caught up, and he asked me about Daniel. Because I wasn't the only one. Daniel was a predator. A creep who used to abuse students, male and female. I hadn't realized the extent of it. I didn't think I was the only one, but I didn't realize how many people he had abused, and how many of them I knew. And more importantly how many people had come before me, and not done anything about it. They failed me. Because maybe if one of them had the courage to stand up he never would have got to me.
And I can no longer allow myself to be another victim who allows him to continue. Because he won't stop. And I could never forgive myself if I let him go ahead and continue to do what he has done.
But I don't know what the process is on reporting, and how long it will take. And in fact I don't know if they'll believe me, or if they'll find enough evidence. Can anyone help me? Has anyone been through something similar and knows what the police will do? Please get in touch if you think you can help. I really want to stop this bastard before he manages to abuse anymore innocent kids that are vulnerable to him.
Please help, and thanks for reading.
Laura
Before I delve in I'll give you a bit of background info. When I was 13 years old I was raped by a stranger at a party. This was obviously a traumatic experience, and as I was scared of getting into trouble I never told anyone. I developed severe depression and started self-harming. On several occasions I attempted suicide. I developed an addiction to ecstasy, when I was 14, but realised that it was destroying the shred of good left in my life so kicked the habit. My family life has always been good, with incredibly supportive parents and two amazing siblings. I guess one thing that's been really hard for me has been to stop blaming myself for what happened, and to stop blaming myself for being depressed. I always feel like there's so many people out there that have it worse than me, so why should I feel so sad. It is difficult to come to terms with the fact that this is a chemical imbalance in my brain, and it isn't something I can fix by myself.
When I was 15 I told one of my good friends Daniel about the rape. I trusted him and it was getting too hard for me to deal with on my own. He was 21 at the time and was also my trombone teacher. He was very supportive and urged me to get counseling or search for help. Over time I opened up to one of the teachers at school and started counseling and therapy. By the age of 17 I was on anti-depressants and well on the road to moving on with my life.
But during the years from when I was 15, until when I was 17, Daniel started a sexual relationship with me. I didn't particularly want to be in a relationship with him, all I really wanted was our friendship to stay how it was. He was a great teacher and I thought he was a good friend, and at the time I didn't feel like I could afford to lose any friends. Daniel put me in a position where it was either sex or nothing. He exploited me sexually and used his position as a teacher to undermine my confidence and force me into a relationship. I always knew it was wrong, but I have blamed myself for a long time. When I was 17 he moved to Sydney so the relationship, and therefore the abuse, stopped. I never told anyone official because I was so terrified of the consequences.
I thought that I'd be able to forget, or move on with my life. But for so long it was so difficult to do that. I didn't blame Daniel, I blamed myself. And I also still thought I wanted to be friends. I thought maybe things could go back to how they had been. He still had such a powerful grip on me mentally, and I couldn't escape that. I started to open up to an old friend of mine, who had always been really supportive. Mark was like a big brother, because he was older than me and always looked out for me.
A few days ago Mark and I caught up, and he asked me about Daniel. Because I wasn't the only one. Daniel was a predator. A creep who used to abuse students, male and female. I hadn't realized the extent of it. I didn't think I was the only one, but I didn't realize how many people he had abused, and how many of them I knew. And more importantly how many people had come before me, and not done anything about it. They failed me. Because maybe if one of them had the courage to stand up he never would have got to me.
And I can no longer allow myself to be another victim who allows him to continue. Because he won't stop. And I could never forgive myself if I let him go ahead and continue to do what he has done.
But I don't know what the process is on reporting, and how long it will take. And in fact I don't know if they'll believe me, or if they'll find enough evidence. Can anyone help me? Has anyone been through something similar and knows what the police will do? Please get in touch if you think you can help. I really want to stop this bastard before he manages to abuse anymore innocent kids that are vulnerable to him.
Please help, and thanks for reading.
Laura