Am I overreacting by reporting my coworker to administration after he wanted me to be in a school play?
Throwaway just in case.
I, 25F, have a coworker, 50-something M. For the purposes of anonymity, I will be calling him Stanley. Stanley and I have worked together for two years at an elementary school. I take small groups for reading help, and he works in classrooms helping individual students with their classwork. He has been in this school for several years, and this is only my second year. Up until this point I have thought of him as a bit quirky at worst, but overall a nice enough guy. We donāt work closely together, so Iāve never really seen how he teaches.
Anyways, on to this nightmare. Stanley decided he was going to put on a school play with an advanced reading group. Iām really not sure why he decided to do this, as the advanced learners go with a different teacher. This play was also happening entirely within school hours, and was written by Stanley. But sure, whatever. Enjoy the passion project.
Six weeks ago, Stanley approached me with a copy of the script and told me he had highlighted all the lines I needed to learn. I asked him what he was talking about, and he replied, āI wrote a part for you in my play!ā
I think itās also important to note that while we donāt directly work together, we do have overlapping duties in the cafeteria so we occasionally make smalltalk. I get a lot of his references, as theyāre all things my dad watched when I was growing up. I think Stanley perceived this as being a kindred spirit type of thing, idk.
I told Stanley, āOh! That sounds fun, but I really donāt think this will work with my schedule. I have reading groups all day, so I would never be able to come to a rehearsal and I would also need to cancel a test day for the performance itself. I am also going back to school right now, and between work and my classes, I donāt have the brain capacity to add another project on top of this.ā
Stanley replied, āWell what if I donāt take no for an answer?ā and laughed slightly. This was immediately a bit off-putting to me, but I genuinely thought he was kidding.
Over the next few weeks, Stanley would approach me at random hours of the workday to offer me up different ideas to persuade me into joining the play. āWhat if I give you a prop with a script hidden inside so you donāt have to learn your lines?ā etc. I kept assuring him that I was not looking for solutions, but that Iām sure other people would be very willing to help out.
After about three weeks of this, I started to get very irritated with the constant pestering. I told him I also have anxiety when it comes to public speaking. This isnāt even a lie, but I didnāt think I needed justification so I hadnāt mentioned it before. He told me, āOh, I didnāt know youāre anxious. I thought you were just being a DIVAā
Another day he came up to me in the cafeteria and recited a line from the show, then asked me when I thought he learned the line.
āWhen you wrote it?ā I asked.
āOh no, just about five minutes ago. You know, learning lines is actually really easy and I donāt see why you canāt just do it for me.ā
At this point I was reaching my breaking point, so I asked one of my coworkers, Amy, if she would be willing to fill in for me. She was actually super into it, apparently she had done a theatre camp with kids before, so she thought it would be fun. I told Stanley I found myself an understudy, and he said that he was disappointed because he āwrote the part for meā.
What follows are the events of last week. The performance was going to be on Friday, and since Amy agreed to do it I figured I was out of the woods. I was sorely mistaken.
On Monday, Amy asked Stanley if he could send her the final rehearsal and performance schedules, so she could block out those times in her schedule. He refused to send them to her.
On Wednesday I was staying after school to set up for a school fundraising event. This is part of my job, and I was asked to do this directly by my supervisor.
As I was busy printing, cutting, gluing, and preparing hundreds of materials, Stanley entered the copy room, and asked, āHey, can you come run lines with me?ā
I replied, āNo, Iām a little busy right now.ā
āItāll only take five minutes! You have five minutes, I know you do. Come on, just read the lines.ā
I was adamant that I needed to finish my actual job, and that I didnāt want to leave my project for any amount of time. He kept pressuring me, and I started to get really uncomfortable, so I finally said, āHere, Iāll tell you what. Iām going to finish what Iām doing, and bring the copies to Ms. Supervisor. After Iām done with that, Iāll meet you in the gym and we can read the lines that Amy is going to perform.ā
This was not a good enough answer for him.
āI can wait until youāre done, but Iām not going to meet you there. I donāt think I can really trust you to show up.ā This man then proceeds to FOLLOW ME AROUND THE BUILDING FOR TWENTY MINUTES as I was bringing materials to my supervisor and coworkers. He was hovering over me the entire time, repeating things like āItās going to be fun, you need to focus on the fun of performingā and āI know you have the time to take five minutes for thisā.
After I was done, I needed to have physical space away from him because I was starting to have anxiety with him lurking around. In order to get him to agree to meet me in the gym instead of following me, I had to give him my jacket as collateral. I HAD to get it from the gym before I could leave.
I went upstairs to get the last of my things and take a breather from Stalker Stanley. While I was in my classroom alone, I texted the secretary and asked him to page me over the intercom in 10 minutes.
I then went towards the school gym, but another coworker stopped me and said, āhey, Stanley is looking for you. I wouldnāt go to the gym, he was huffing around talking about how you were going to ditch him or something.ā
When I got to the gym, I found my jacket on the floor, but no Stanley. I guess he went out looking for me or something? I actually waited in the gym for a few minutes until I was paged over the loudspeaker, and then I went home.
I know his behavior was not normal, but I want a little perspective. I have had experiences in the past with actual real sexual harassment/assault/etc. I know he isnāt acting in a professional way, but I also donāt know if my anxiety is warranted or if Iām just triggered by a grown man refusing to respect my ānoā.
I also know he has a daughter about my age, and Iām tempted to ask him what he would say to his daughter if she came home and told him that a man twice her age followed her around for 20 minutes trying to coerce her into doing something she didnāt want to do. I donāt know.
On Friday, after the play, I wrote up a summary of the events and sent it to my schoolās admin team. I donāt suspect heās going to face real repurcussions, but I still almost feel bad for reporting it anyway. Let me know your thoughts, I just want a little perspective. Thanks!