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The Shop teacher accused and missing the mark: The sweet old man who was like my long lost grandpa was gone somewhere in the middle or near the end of the school year, but the real pervert was left in his position to hurt children. I found out about Mr. "S" because a girlfriend of mine was seeing him. Mr. "S" was the school counselor and a lot of kids went to see him both to cut classes and to seek help for real problems. In retrospect I realize that some kids were probably seeing Mr. "S" because he was sort of a one-man freak show experience too. My girlfriend ran to Mr. "S" desperate for help -- she was being raped by her stepfather. However, Mr. "S" wasn't interested in rescuing children. Mr. "S" simply liked to talk about suicide, sex and then proposition certain children in strange and mysterious ways that were never made clear to anyone I know of. When my girlfriend told me about Mr. "S" I wasn't sure that I believed her wild tales, so I decided to see Mr. "S" myself. I told Mr. "S" who my girlfriend was and then I told him all about what my dad had done. I went into all the details with Mr. "S." At first, Mr. "S" acted normal, he was inactive but to me that was normal, but after awhile he gave me his home phone number. This wouldn't have been completely bad if Mr. "S's" next move hadn't been to talk about romantic needs, adult relationships, sexual details and then how much I might charge for certain sexual services. He was asking my sexually abused girlfriend the same question. I was kind of shocked, yet Mr. "S" wasn't scary, he was simply perverted. Mr. "S" would sit in his chair like a thin built pale lizard and whine about sexual things in terms that seemed vague to me at the time. He came off the same way over the phone. Therefore, I didn't feel like he would jump up and try to force me to do anything, but he said the strangest things. Today, I understand what Mr. "S" was talking about, I've heard about it seriously, I've seen pictures in my lifetime, but back then a child wouldn't really understand, a child would only hear things about putting her mouth on his privates and how he would like that. It would be clear and unclear at the same time. It was like a disgusting joke, people never really did stuff like that! Mr "S" was just gross. That's how it felt when I spoke to Mr. "S." I can imagine that my poor girlfriend knew exactly what Mr. "S" was saying and it must have harmed her terribly to listen to him when she went to him to escape the perversion in her own home. After awhile I got angry with Mr. "S" because of his ridiculous repetitive whining statements about weird things and I started calling him in the middle of the night and then when he'd start to say sexual things I'd degrade him and tell him how gross he was. I'd ask him when he was going to help my friend and things like that. Mr. "S" didn't seem to mind the insults that much. He continued to abuse many other girls verbally and he may have abused girls physically. I believe that if a child agreed to try something with Mr. "S" he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of her. He saw girls from about the 4th grade up to the 8th grade. He had a lot of potential victims. My girlfriend was never helped until many years later when she finally told her mother about her stepfather and the rape. The rapist stepfather ended up in jail, but Mr. "S" had nothing to do with this. I checked with this school a number of years ago and I found out that Mr. "S" was still a school counselor there. I then tried to report what he'd said during sessions with me and my girlfriend (though her story was now hearsay) but again the staff only asked, "Why did you wait this long..?" They did nothing about Mr. "S" and unless he retired of his own free will he is probably still there seeing children daily. My girlfriend's life was destroyed. She turned to drugs and abused hard core substances. She roamed from place to place and job to job filling her system up with chemicals and dating too many men. She eventually got pregnant with a boyfriend who was a drug dealer and the baby was taken away by Child Protective Services because my girlfriend was so involved in drugs that she could not care for her child. The last thing I heard through a source, many years ago, was that the loss of her child had driven her farther over the edge. The charges against her were for neglect and not for violent abuse of her little daughter. God only knows what her boyfriend may have done to the child. So I don't know where she is now. But I do know that she was once a sweet beautiful brown-eyed girl with a chipper happy go lucky personality and a kind heart. I know she was once smart and honest and hard working and she deserved a better end than this. |
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