When I was 15 years old. I went to an Academy in England. I got into trouble for climbing out a window on a dare. I don’t back down from them (yes I know I was immature and stupid). I got caught by a female PE teacher. They put me into isolation and which is fair enough. I was being immature. Fast forward later at 16:00. Right before being let out the teacher that caught me came up behind me and said something. I don’t remember what but she started rubbing my hips with her hands and on my inner thigh. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I didn’t say anything or do anything. When I got home I told my mother what happened and she said “She was probably just being over friendly.” Right after that I explained to her that if the roles were reversed it would be a different story and walked up stairs. It hurt what she said. I imagined if my kid told me that. I’d go mental and ballistic. It reminded me to just never tell anyone anything what goes on in my life.