I was in love with my lecturer confession
I’ve been carrying something quietly for a long time, and I think I need to finally say it out loud in a safe space.
While I was in school, I developed feelings for my lecturer. It began as admiration, but over time it turned into something deeper that I didn’t fully understand. I never acted on it, and there was never anything inappropriate from their side—but the emotions were real for me, and they left me feeling confused and ashamed.
Looking back, I think I was drawn to the sense of safety, intelligence, and guidance they represented. Maybe it wasn’t really about them as a person, but about something I needed at the time. Still, I’ve struggled with guilt for even feeling that way, like I crossed a line in my own mind.
I’m trying now to be kinder to myself—to understand that feelings can be complicated and don’t always define who we are or what we choose to do. I didn’t act on it, and I respected the boundaries that mattered.
I’m sharing this because I want to let go of the shame and move forward with a little more self-understanding. If anyone else has gone through something similar, I’d really appreciate hearing how you processed it.
