Teachers can be emotionally abusive as well.
I’m from Murfreesboro TN, other known as the small hick-town outside Nashville that is overcrowded lol.. anyways I wanted to share my emotional abuse story. When I was 10 my parents put me into a children’s theater studio because I wanted to act, I was very shy at first but over time I became more and more used to it.. the lady teaching was very nice at first.. very strong perfume, hippy vibe, country accent.. however things got pretty interesting as I spent more and more time there doing show after show, her daughter who was my age.. me and her daughter became friends and I developed a strong intense crush on her. This led to me always hanging out with her in and out of rehearsal and my teacher basically became like a 2nd mother.. then that’s when the emotional abuse started, she’d use any argument I had with her daughter as a way to dangle my roles over my head even if she was in the wrong. I still didn’t see a problem because I trusted them so much, fast forward a year or two later I get into a friend group with her daughter, my teacher has her inv all of us over all the time and honestly I’d say my teachers behavior towards me and the other guys felt kind of predatory like she was grooming us in a way.. once again didn’t think much of it.. in the studio during rehearsal depending on the current status of me and her daughters friendship she’d treat me accordingly, calling me out randomly, making me do unnecessary things, telling me everything wrong with me as a person and my performance. If she was happy with me I’d get extra special treatment.. I felt stuck and super insecure as a teen, this was a woman I trusted like a mother and she became like a monster to me, one time I came over after my dad died because they found out and invited me over so I could have someone to talk to, and I spent the entire time talking to my teacher and essentially she only inv me over to use my dads death as a way to reconnect with me after months of absence to get me to work for them as a summer counselor which I was too grief stricken and naive to realize, after I worked for 2 weeks there as a counselor I never returned and broke contact and realized my worth, to this day I feel like I struggle with insecurity because of her.