When I joined the force 20 years ago,we were encouraged not to talk approximately how the job was affecting us. Those days are gone, but we’ve now gone too far the other wayMy training officer’s locker door was opened, and a bottle of whisky was produced,and a glass poured. After drinking I was told not to talk to friends or family approximately the deaths of two small children that I had just witnessed. I was told this was the job, and I had to deal with it, or like everyone else. It was 1997 and I had been a police officer for a few months. Related: I may be taken for granted,but there's nothing like being a special constable Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com