I got perved on a school trip
by a teacher. I was a skinny girl of 10, and we were on one of those youth hostel/coach/walking trips. Great fun - we stayed in Staithes on the North Yorkshire coast and visited a pre-Heartbeat Goathland.

One day, I left something on the bus and a teacher escorted me back for it. I walked down the aisle to my seat, picked up the rainhat or whatever, and suddenly found the teacher standing close behind me, apparently having trouble breathing.

He took hold of my shoulders, turned me round to face him, and then shoved me down onto the seat, gibbering, 'That's not your seat! That's not your seat! Why are you sitting on there? That's not your seat!'

I was soon flat on my back, with him kneeling between my legs, holding me down by one shoulder and leaning right down into my face, still muttering.
After about a minute in this position he jumped up and walked away, getting off the coach and striding away back to the group.

I was 10 and had NO clue what he was up to. I knew something 'wrong' had happened but had no words to complain about it, even if I'd dared to. So I never told anyone.

A full 10 years later, I realised what had happened, or rather, what had NEARLY happened.

I sometimes wonder what else he did, and which poor kids copped it - I can't believe I was the only one.

Maybe I'll ring the local LEA and make a belated complaint.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 18:49, Reply)