I thought he really cared

He was my middle school math teacher. Although it's been many years since it happened, I still feel haunted by him and still struggle with self-blame. I was a needy, anxious, lonely kid and the fact that he paid attention to me and listened to me was intoxicating. The grooming happened slowly over the course of a year. Little by little, boundaries were pushed and I was so infatuated with him that by the time things became overtly sexual, I was convinced he loved me. So many awful things happened with him. I blamed myself for liking it at first, for wanting him to like me, for wanting to be "cool" and "grown up" enough to make him happy. For a long time I tried to tell myself I wanted it, that I was a willing participant, but I know it's not true. Not really. I was a naive kid and he was a grown man. He knew better. He was so inconsistent. Sometimes kind and gentle, sometimes cruel and vindictive. I never knew what to expect. Whenever I think it "wasn't that bad" I remember a night after school when he followed me into the girls' bathroom, blocked the door with his body, and assaulted me orally. I remember how cold the floor was, how much it hurt my knees, and how much it hurt. But what I remember most is that after he finished, he threw some paper towels at me, told me to clean up, and walked out leaving me alone and crying on the floor. So much for thinking he loved me.