Going anon for this one but would appreciate some opinions. I can't ask for advice without giving a flavour of what went on but at the same time I'll try not to dramatize or cover every little incident.
I had a dreadful experience with a bully when I was a kid - roughly between the ages of 12-13. I'm not just talking about name calling here. Physical abuse, I was beaten up several times by the individual, held down and made eat grass amongst other things. There was taunting too and lots of it, he'd take any opportunity to ridicule me especially if there was an audience.
I had my heart set on joining a football team in the area which had just set up - I began to enjoy the sport and I thought it'd do something for my confidence , as I'd never been bullied up until that point. When I went down to train on the first day lo and behold my boy was there. My parents thought it was best to not join, to look for something else but I wouldn't be dissuaded. What followed was 5/6 months of pure torture. It didn't matter what approach was taken, managers tried their best, parents had words but it got worse if anything and I never developed, getting fewer and fewer minutes on the pitch as the season wore on. I decided to quit myself one day, I'd put the head down and gotten on with it but eventually couldn't take anymore. In theory it wasn't the worst thing but on the day in question we were running training drills where from a crouching position you had to get up and sprint to a marker. We were lined up for this, when I got up my tormentor stuck his leg out completely blindsiding me and I fell flat on my face - I couldn't get my hands out in time to break the fall. The fall didn't hurt so much, this will sound corny but it was the laughter from the rest of his cohort. I can still feel the sting of the tears when I think about it.
After quitting the team, I never looked back really. I only encountered him once during the rest of my teens and when we passed each other he called me a "Fa^^ot" and told me that if I'd anything to say in response he'd "Ra&e" my then girlfriend. Charming. I can honestly say I've never been bullied again, I've never let it happen. Even in my professional career, I had once instance where it came close but I took steps to nip it in the bud.
The initial period of bullying was now 30 years ago approx. Recently enough I was at my folks place and as I was driving to their house spotted my tormentor. After making some enquires through friends found out he bought a house in the area. This was 3-4 weeks ago and since then I can't get the bullying from all those years ago off my mind. I've largely not thought about it over the years and any pain from it had faded or so I thought. But now I feel like it all happened last week. I'm wondering if it's because I have kids of my own and would hate for something similar to happen to them? Whatever the reason I've obviously got psychological scars from it.
Something else which bugged me about spotting him is that he seems to be really out of shape - but that fact pleased me greatly. That's not me at all. And the notion that I should go confront him has since entered my mind and I think about that a couple of times a day. I would not be afraid of him in the slightest now but would love to ask one thing, why?
I'm (usually) rational, so I realise it's a bad idea. I'm just looking to draw on the experience of others that have potentially gone through the same thing. Or perhaps hear from someone that's confronted a childhood bully?
I know there's great power in letting go of things but maybe to do that seeing a counsellor could be necessary, given that the issue to my mind is a few weeks old it could be a feeling that passes again so for now any feedback would be greatly appreciated.