rSlash - r/Offmychest My Student Tried to Seduce Me

Episode Date: October 22, 2026

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If you're ready to finally launch your business before Black Friday, go to Shopify.com to start your free trial. That's Shopify.com. Go to Shopify.com today to hear your first. Welcome to R slash off my chest, where a 15-year-old student tries to seduce a teacher. Our next Reddit post is from Double Talk. Since the new school year has started, I've spent a lot of time giving extra help to one particular student, a 15-year-old boy. He needs a one-on-one aid, to be honest. But it's never worked out in the past, so I agreed to give him additional support. Where I'm from, the school doesn't necessarily have a single school counselor,

but certain teachers are trained for students to turn to, and I'm one of those teachers. Additionally, I've helped this boy with his writing because he wants to become an author, and I would never deny a kid my advice. I noticed early on that he's very clingy and prone to crossing boundaries. He asked a lot of personal questions and kept trying to hug me and put his arm around me. It's not a taboo for teachers to hug their students here, but obviously it still gets to a point. I've been briefed on the boy's personal issues and lack of adult figures in his life, so I didn't want to be too cold with him, and I tried to be gentle with reinforcing boundaries.

I didn't think much of it at first. After all, we're both males, and this boy had previously told me about girls he's interested in. I thought he just wanted a father figure of sorts. It was only after one particular incident that I went to the school administration and requested that he be put in another class. I don't even want to get into the details of it, but he tried to touch me inappropriately and also said some very inappropriate things about himself,

practically trying to sexualize himself to appeal to me. He went as far as trying to take his pants off. I had to grab his hands to stop him, which made everything even worse because I surely didn't want to be touching him at that moment. He misinterpreted this and said, It's okay if I want to be rough. I felt so disgusted, I couldn't say much except telling him to not do anything until I brought him to the principal to have another adult in the room.

And we tried to talk to him. I'm not disgusted by this poor boy, but by whoever even put such ideas into his head. He wasn't listening to a single thing I tried to say. He asked why I didn't want to. and he said that he was good at it. I don't think he fully understood what we tried to tell him. I called his legal guardian, his adult brother, and asked him to come to the school for a conversation about the incident, but I was brushed off. I took it to the principal and asked her to call the

brother because I really think there are deeper issues we should address here. But again, all she said was that it's taken care of because the boy is in a different class now. Frankly, I don't think this is normal behavior. Some kids have crushes on their teachers, sure. But to make such a move is not normal for a child. The whole thing just threw me off quite a bit. I ranted to my brother about it a little. He laughed and said, well, didn't you like it? He's often homophobic towards me and I can deal with it. But this was too much and I haven't talked to him since. He can have a problem with my sexuality, but to joke about me being into little boys, is something I can't tolerate. I feel so sorry for this boy, and I really wish I could have continued helping him out in class. Either way, I will not brush this off so easily. I guess I just needed to get it off my chest, though,

especially after how my brother reacted. Down in the comments, people are calling out OP for not contacting CPS because teachers are mandatory reporters, and O.P. clarifies this is not in the United States. Obviously, I'm no expert on this type of thing, but if I had to guess, this boy is, probably being abused and he's modeling that behavior elsewhere. Please contact actual authorities, not the principal who wants to sweep it under the rug, not the brother who doesn't seem to care and

might even be the perpetrator. But actual, I don't know, cops, whatever your country's equivalent of CPS is, someone. Our next credit post is from Real 1HP. I'm a 32-year-old woman, and I've been with my partner, a 31-year-old woman, for 11 years. I'm autistic, and my lifelong special interest is dinosaurs. For our first Christmas together, my girlfriend gave me a necklace with a small, simple, T-Rex charm on it. The little piece of cardstock it came on said, A T-Rex has short arm, so everything it holds is close to its heart. It was extremely cute, and I've worn that necklace every single day since. I found out from her a few years later that at that time, she had forgotten what my favorite dinosaur was, and didn't want to ask in case it

tip me off. So she just got me her favorite dinosaur. That actually made it even more special to me, since now it was even more like carrying a piece of her with me, wrapped inside of my own special interest. Fast forward to about a week ago, I have a habit of stimming with necklaces. I like to pull the chain lightly taught and slide the charm up and down it. After 11 years of consistently doing this, the charm broke. Not the little ring that connects the charm to the chain and can be easily replaced. The charm itself. I guess the metal was just being slowly shaved away without me noticing. I don't think it's fixable, and the charm is small enough that I'm afraid any attempts will just damage it further. I'm not looking for repair advice. I'm absolutely devastated, but extremely grateful that it broke off in my

hand and didn't just fall off and become lost forever. She offered to try to hunt down a replacement when I told her, but I told her not to because now I had a plan. So here's the plan. I'm I found a person who makes dinosaur charms in a similar enough style to the original, and I've purchased four charms, two each of a T-Rex, and my favorite dinosaur, longnecks of all kinds. My first initial is engraved on the back of the long-necks, and her first initial is engraved on the back of the T-Rexes. I'm going to assemble a necklace for each of us and give it to her for Christmas, looping that first gift she gave me that I cherished so much back around over a decade later

with both of us together. an extremely cute story. I'm going to share a similar story from a relative of mine. My brother had a dog named Rosie that he really, really loved. Those two were two peas in a pod. My brother loved Rosie. Rosie loved him. Well, someone my brother knows got the idea to do a paw print in clay of Rosie's paw. That way, you know, since people outlive their dogs typically, my brother would always have like a memento of his beloved dog Rosie. The issue is that the actual paw print came out very slight because the paw didn't get pressed very heavily into the clay.

So when it dried, it's a very like gentle paw print. And then, you know, time passed and my brother's dog passed away. And my brother once talked to me and he was like, you know, hey, I miss my dog. This is like one memento I have of my dog. and I feel bad that I don't get the full paw print. It's only a very slight impression. What can I do? Do you have any suggestions? And we kind of brainstormed together.

We thought about having an artist sort of like take a mold of it and create a deeper impression by hands or I forget what other options we came up with. But ultimately what my brother decided was that even though the paw print wasn't very deep and it was a little bit hard to see, he eventually decided that that was better

because one of his dog's personality traits is that she only loved Wesley. Everyone else was, she was like, okay with everyone else. She liked me a lot because I also grew up with the dog. But anyone else, she's like, no, I don't care about you, stay away. I like my man, my one man. So my brother decided that the fact that she resisted the paw print and wasn't cooperative with the person who made the paw print shows the dog's personality, which actually makes it more personal.

So what I'm trying to say here, O.P., is that even though your charm broke, and that sucks. I think in a way the fact that it broke becomes part of the story, you know? So don't think of it as, oh no, it's damaged and lost. Think of it as I used it for 11 years. It brought me comfort. You stemmed with it. It was part of your life for over a decade and it broke. And the fact that it broke is a symbol of how you used it. I don't know. Am I being too philosophical here? I'm just saying there's like a silver lining if you think about it. because it's part of the story of the charm. Our next Reddit post is from Bowmouse. I was scrolling TikTok and a video started playing of this person who does nice things for homeless

people in the UK, giving them food, clothes, talking to them about their story. I'm sure some of you are familiar with the concept. The video was playing and I thought this homeless woman looked familiar but I couldn't place her. Then, when she said her name, my stomach dropped and I realized it was my former best friend. Amy. In the video, she spoke about her drug addiction and how she turned to prostitution as needs must. Slurring words, shifty body language, she had scars up her arms and on her neck. The girl who made a Ouija board with me out of a cereal box at a sleepover when we were 13,

who I swapped T-shirts with when she got food down hers and was embarrassed to be seen that way by her crush. Who squealed with excitement over the new Twilight movie releases with me. Who made me friendship bracelets? And now she's on the street, gaunt, tired, traumatized. I just wanted to reach through the screen and hug her tight and take care of her. We lost touch when my parents split up

and my mom and I moved to another country when I was 17. I moved back at the age of 25. I'm in my 30s now. Nothing bad happened between us. We would keep in touch through things like Tumblr and Facebook, but we drifted and eventually she deleted her social media. I don't know what happened to her to put her in such a dark place, and I'm not sure what to do next, whether it's even my place to say or do anything as we're no longer close.

By contrast, I'm in a warm, safe home with a husband and a child. I'm in shock, truth be told, and I feel guilt and grief and sadness and confusion. The only comfort is that the comments on this video, which has close to 230,000 views already, are mostly all positive and kind towards her. I sent the video creator a message, but I'm not sure where things will go from there. I think what makes situations like that so psychologically troubling

is because you two were so close, it just feels like it could have so easily been flipped. It almost feels like a coin tossed by the universe, you know, random chance that she's the one who got hooked on drugs and you're the one who got, you know, a house and a husband and a child. It could have very easily been the other way around. I definitely understand your concern, O.P. I don't want to tell you not to help out your friend, but I can tell you, please don't bring your friend into your home if you have a child living with you.

I would not advise anyone to bring a drug addict into their home if they have a child in the home. Also, random tip, don't do drugs, guys. Drugs are bad, especially meth and heroin. Those are the biggies. Don't ever do those, not even once. Down in the comments, we have this story from My Wife Rocks. I watched a high school friend get gunned down by a cop on video. She was high on meth in a hotel lobby. The cop approached her slowly and carefully. She jumped across the counter and grabbed a pair of scissors. She told the cop, you're going to have to kill me, Mother Effer.

I'm not going back to jail. That exchange went on for about a minute. She swung the scissors and he shot her twice in the chest. She died while the video kept rolling. We'd all tried helping her along the way. At some point, the addict has to make a choice. She made hers. She left behind a son. Just heartbreaking. She was beautiful in high school. By the time of the video, she looked rough. I'm sorry you discovered this about your friend. If you feel so compelled, try to reach out to her to find her. Chances of a positive outcome are

not great, but they do exist. Then another story from Kraft Nerd. This happened to me about 20 years ago. My childhood best friend and I went to different Catholic high schools, and she ended up becoming addicted. I was probably 21, and I just graduated college, working a retail job while sending out resumes, and there was a commotion over the store walkie-talkies. Being nosy, I went to the front and overheard a conversation about a customer so drunk that she was slurring her words, tank straps sliding off her arms, and rail thin. My heart dropped when I realized it was my friend. spirit a quick, that girl used to be my best friend in elementary school, and I stepped off the floor. I also never saw her again. I heard that she's doing better now, and I hope that's true. I also

hope that your friend recovers. Addiction is a terrible state to be in. Another story from Ulysses. I'm going through something similar as of right now. My former best friend slowly ghosted me about a year ago. I figured it was because our lifestyles were so different. I'm married with kids. She consumed herself with work. I found out a few weeks ago through a mutual that she's addicted to crack. She lost her house, her job, and is now living with her parent who is supplying it to her. I'm heartbroken. She actually called me recently and I couldn't even understand what she was saying. It's hard. Our next Reddit post is from Substantial Lowe. For context, I'm a 24 year old guy and I work as a retail manager. Back when I was 15, I dreamt of joining culinary school.

My parents didn't work at the time, and even though the school was free, my parents couldn't afford the $150 a month for food and transportation because they weren't working and they needed to buy their drugs as well. And because of that, I was never able to do what I truly wanted. It was really my dream school and dream job to be a cook. Well, today, my 15-year-old sister just managed to join her hairstylist school. My parents quit drugs, started working again, and managed to pay everything for her without trouble. And they don't understand why I resent them for this. I'm more than happy for my sister who gets to do what she loves. But deep inside, I still feel immense sadness, knowing I'll never be able to do what I truly wanted and what I truly love.

I'm just glad that my parents stepped in for her, but they couldn't find the force to do it for me back then. I think that's super valid, O.P., I would probably also feel a me. mix of bitterness and like happiness for my sister. I think those two emotions can coexist because you got screwed but you love your sister so it's complicated. That sucks, man. I will say though, as someone older than you, 24 is not too old to start over, not even close. A lot of people don't even figure out their lives really until they're like 30. So if you want to go to culinary school, you definitely can. I encourage you two actually. You have your whole life ahead of you. That was our slash off my chest. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out

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