Grooming
Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2025 9:08 am
I can't stop thinking of all the moments where I actually gave a damn and how they've been reinterpreted through the lens of grooming. Like nothing I did was ever real or for its own sake, it was merely instrumental. Every moment of care was a way of satisfying my lust for power, manipulation merely to satisfy my own deviant sexual desires.
When my students qualified for a national tournament and I took them to major theme park, it wasn’t because they did a great job and deserved a reward. Apparently it was because I wanted control. Power. To make them feel indebted to me so I could do what I wanted to them later.
When two of my students got into a fight, and one of them started crying once the adrenaline wore off, hugging into me, the fact that I didn’t push him away isn't because I wanted to be a rock for him, not because I thought he was fragile in that moment. No. It must’ve been my predatory need to break down physical boundaries so he'd be an easier mark later.
When a kid forgot to submit his allergy form before school camp and got served a plate with food he couldn’t eat half of, and I gave him some of mine, it wasn’t because I cared and wanted him to have something to eat while everyone else was eating. Of course, it was something darker. Everything I ever did had a hidden motive. I had a grooming tactic ready for every potential victim.
When a boy was taking the entrance exam to get into the school and had a panic attack during the first subject. I just smiled and told him, “As long as you calm down and focus on the other subjects, you still have a chance.” He got in. After, he told me that my words in that moment helped him get through. What masterful planning, I had him targeted, ready to victimize long before he even became my student.
When my students qualified for a national tournament and I took them to major theme park, it wasn’t because they did a great job and deserved a reward. Apparently it was because I wanted control. Power. To make them feel indebted to me so I could do what I wanted to them later.
When two of my students got into a fight, and one of them started crying once the adrenaline wore off, hugging into me, the fact that I didn’t push him away isn't because I wanted to be a rock for him, not because I thought he was fragile in that moment. No. It must’ve been my predatory need to break down physical boundaries so he'd be an easier mark later.
When a kid forgot to submit his allergy form before school camp and got served a plate with food he couldn’t eat half of, and I gave him some of mine, it wasn’t because I cared and wanted him to have something to eat while everyone else was eating. Of course, it was something darker. Everything I ever did had a hidden motive. I had a grooming tactic ready for every potential victim.
When a boy was taking the entrance exam to get into the school and had a panic attack during the first subject. I just smiled and told him, “As long as you calm down and focus on the other subjects, you still have a chance.” He got in. After, he told me that my words in that moment helped him get through. What masterful planning, I had him targeted, ready to victimize long before he even became my student.