Bullies from the past.

Just interested if anyone else has met a person in adult life who bullied them at school.

My father ran a small coach business, the yard had an office and occasionally people would book a coach in person. One day I was on my own in the yard, I would have been about 35 then. One of the school bullies turned up to book a coach. He was one of the worst ones, anyway he greeted me like an old friend, it shocked me and I was like a rabbit in the headlights. He really was after ‘mates rates’,  I really didn’t know how to deal with him, had he forgotten or thought it was just a bit of fun, I couldn’t work it out, I started to wonder, did the years of abuse actually happen? But  they are too vivid, they did happen. Another thought was, he’s pushing me for a cheap price, is he trying to bully me again. I so wanted to ask him why he did it but couldn’t. My father luckily came back to the yard and dealt with his enquiry. 
Has anything similar happened to anyone else?

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  • I have also moved away from the area that I grew up in, my parents are dead, so I don’t need to go back there either. When I was there as an adult I would see people who had bullied me at secondary school. It’s funny how the bully tend to remember things differently from the bullied. Some of the things that happened in my 13th year will stay with me for ever. 

  • It’s funny how the bully tend to remember things differently from the bullied.

    Very true.

    In my first year at secondary school, I had an awful time.  One boy in particular bullied me calling me a thicko etc and telling me that I was going to be kicked down to 3V.  3V was academically the bottom class.

    At the end of that year I was moved to an academically higher class because I was top in almost every subject.

    Twenty years later he found me through a social website and invited me to a class reunion which he was organising.  I didn't go.

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  • It’s funny how the bully tend to remember things differently from the bullied.

    Very true.

    In my first year at secondary school, I had an awful time.  One boy in particular bullied me calling me a thicko etc and telling me that I was going to be kicked down to 3V.  3V was academically the bottom class.

    At the end of that year I was moved to an academically higher class because I was top in almost every subject.

    Twenty years later he found me through a social website and invited me to a class reunion which he was organising.  I didn't go.

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