Regular, but NC for this because I'm ashamed. This is less an AIBU than an "I know I'm being unreasonable, please help".
A few years back, I left a job because of endemic racism, sexism, and bullying. The culture of the place was just horrific, and I was very exploited and utterly miserable so I made the decision to quit with nothing to go to. I had something like a breakdown over it - I felt at my lowest ever and couldn't really function or get out of bed for a few months.
I am much better now, but the people I had to work with still haunt me quite a lot. When I'm out in crowds, sometimes I imagine that I see them and I feel hot and start to panic. I've never actually run into any of them since I left, but the thought that I might is something that still bothers me.
I recently heard that one of the ringleaders of the bullying died suddenly and very unexpectedly. He was the toady of a big boss who was a total racist bully, and he helped in sneaky ways to humiliate and put me down. When he died, he was still in his 30s and left behind two young children and a beautiful wife (whom I have never met). Obviously, this is absolutely tragic.
Here's the bit where I am an awful person. Cerebrally, I do feel awful for the wife and those poor children. I'm not lacking in a moral compass! But I just keep having this reaction of relief that he is gone that comes before my empathy kicks in. The guy had what I can only describe as a very "normal" face - in the sense that there are a lot of guys that look similar - and whenever I see one of these men in the crowd I get that familiar panicky sensation and then this tidal wave of relief, almost gladness, that now it can't be him.
I feel awful that I have this reaction. I know it is wrong and inappropriate, that I should have more compassion/empathy. But I don't know what to do about it. I thought it might fade, but it's been a few months now and I still get the same response. I've had extensive counselling about the workplace (and other things) but it hasn't worked to change that initial reaction. I keep reminding myself what his wife and kids must be going through, but even that doesn't work. It's always an after-thought that comes a minute after the panic/relief. It's almost like a fight-or-flight reaction, in the sense that it feels virtually instinctive and out of my control.
Has anyone been through similar? How do I stop being this awful person?