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" By Jessica Press &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s something I need to tell you,&amp;quot; my mom said, turning to look at me in the backseat of her car. We were in the parking lot of a restaurant, about to celebrate my 21st birthday. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s about your coach, Jim,&amp;quot; she said slowly. &amp;quot;Police found child pornography and hidden cameras in his basement. And,&amp;quot; she paused, &amp;quot;the police think they found pictures of you.&amp;quot; In that moment, I was too shocked to speak. I&amp;#039;d trained for power-lifting with Jim at his home gym for more than a year when I was 18 and 19. And now here I was, two years later, staring at his mug shot in a newspaper! A few days after my mom broke the news, a detective came to our house with photos they&amp;#039;d found at Jim&amp;#039;s, and asked if I could identify myself in any of them. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s me,&amp;quot; I said, pointing to one shot of my profile. It turns out the police had found more than 200 shots Jim had created from videos he&amp;#039;d secretly been taking while I was changing my clothes at his gym! The one picture I&amp;#039;d seen wasn&amp;#039;t a naked one, but I could imagine what other shots there were. I felt so humiliated imagining officers looking at photos of my naked body. And I felt so grossed out wondering what Jim had done with them. FAMILY FRIENDS Before my dad died when I was 15, he was a well-known champion power-lifter, so I&amp;#039;d grown up around the sport. He and Jim had known each other since they were kids, and Jim seemed to revere my dad. After my dad passed away, Jim held memorial meets in his honor and made a tribute movie about him. Every time I&amp;#039;d see Jim in the months after my dad died, he&amp;#039;d constantly try to persuade me to try training. He said it would have made my dad so proud and that I probably had a lot of natural ability. So I decided to try it. A few days a week, I&amp;#039;d drive an hour to Jim&amp;#039;s house to train in his basement gym. There were always a few other girls there, and Jim was such a good coach that I tuned out certain weird things about him. He had crooked teeth and a creepy smile and always wore bright yellow pants. And his house was the messiest ever: There were trash and boxes everywhere. But he was a good trainer \u2014 I won a gold medal at my first meet after just a month of training with him \u2014 so I ignored his quirks. I thought it would have been mean to judge him for being a little different. TOTALLY EXPOSED But once my mom broke the news, I began thinking back to every time I&amp;#039;d been at Jim&amp;#039;s. He always had us weigh in on scales he kept in a changing area. In power-lifting, you compete based on your weight class, and if you&amp;#039;re even a half pound above a weight limit, you get bumped into the next class. Since you want your lowest, most precise weight, you&amp;#039;re supposed to get nude when you weigh yourself in. Most of the time, I wore just panties. But sometimes, when my weight was just on the border of two classes, I&amp;#039;d take everything off. And it turned out that while I was weighing in, I was being filmed by a hidden camera! I couldn&amp;#039;t stop replaying in my mind every time I&amp;#039;d gotten undressed, and wondering what Jim might have seen. The next few days, I didn&amp;#039;t leave my house \u2014 I didn&amp;#039;t want to face anyone, and I didn&amp;#039;t feel safe. I felt so violated, but more than anything, so betrayed: Jim knew my dad wasn&amp;#039;t around to protect me, and he&amp;#039;d taken advantage of that.  WATCHING MY BACK Now Jim is serving 10 years in a federal penitentiary for child pornography, for having pictures of girls who were even younger than I was. I&amp;#039;m relieved he was caught, but I think he should have gotten a longer sentence. While he&amp;#039;s serving time, I&amp;#039;m still left with my fear: I&amp;#039;m paranoid about going into dressing rooms, and I always check the vents when I move into a new apartment in case there&amp;#039;s a camera lurking. But my worry goes beyond that. What if Jim showed my photos to people? What if he posted my photos on a porn Web site? What if the pictures surface on the Internet someday? How else might they come back to haunt me \u2014 and how could Jim have used his friendship with my dad to do something so disgusting? That&amp;#039;s what hurts the most. WARNING SIGNS Most coaches want to help you. But look for these signs that a coach may be crossing over from caring to creepy.  He constantly pays extra attention to just you. He closes the door when talking to you in his office. He goes out of his way to have contact with you (like by texting or e-mailing) separate from your team or family. He suggests private workout sessions with him. He asks that you be alone in his car, at his home, or anywhere else.  Bottom line: Trust your gut \u2014 if a situation with your coach doesn&amp;#039;t feel right, get out of it and tell someone. 17 EXPERT: Don Sabo, Ph.D., research director at Women&amp;#039;s Sports Foundation. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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