PTSD in the Police Force.

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I have just watched a story on PTSD regarding the police force on Sunday Night
I thought about every police officer who came into my life as a child. The ones who took weapons off my brother and escorted him to psychiatric hospitals, who entered the family home to encounter blood, shattered glass and screaming. The ones who took me in their arms, and comforted me. The ones who tried to make it all better. They attended our home over fifty times. I think of the Sergeant who found me the night I was pushed. I was broken, in and out of consciousness and spitting up blood. He knelt beside me, stroking my hair. As the paramedics assembled the spinal board, he wept. I tried to comfort him, this beautiful bear of a man. He stayed by my side in emergency. My parents weren’t there, this angel was. He tried everything in his power to get the monster immediately charged in a bedside hearing. What has become of all these men and women who stepped into such violent and horrific scenes, not only in my life, but so many others? I think of them often, pray for them, and hope that they are still intact, in spite of it all.

I have PTSD, and when it is active, it is a living hell. Months can pass and all will be well, but then a newspaper article, song or harmless comment will open the gates. The sooner you get proper help, the better your outcome. I wasn’t allowed to talk about what went on in the year I was away from home. I was told to “forget about it.” The worst advice you can ever receive. You shut down, and try to drown out the memories in any way possible. This entices the memories to fight for breath, becoming more determined. These officers need immediate assistance, not to be stalled by red tape. Insurance companies dealing with their claims need a complete overhaul. Financial help needs to be offered immediately. It is long overdue. It is time. To be demeaned, and have your distress questioned is obscene. These officers see more during a shift than most people would in their lifetime. Give them what they are due, and do it now.

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  1. This is so powerful, and it’s a horror that I can’t even imagine. I hope that the officer who helped you somehow reads this and knows what an impact he made on you, and knows that he can give himself permission to be hurt.

    The police in this country are so underpaid considering the amount of emotional and physical trauma that they have to deal with on a daily basis. You’re right, reform is needed – and soon. xx

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  2. I watched this too last night and cannot believe they do not teach them how to let go of these traumatic events they experience each day.

    Meditation and learning how to release this anxiety as it arises can change someones life when dealing with this kind of work, it is so sad they do not have anything in place for them to attend before PTSD occurs and by then it is too late.

    Thanks for a great post.
    Karen

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    1. Totally agree with you, Karen. When the body is filled with stress responses and the mind can’t slow down, the sufferer is left pacing and certainly unable to sleep, compounding everything. You are spot on when you said programmes need to be in place and a person suffering has to have it acknowledged before it reaches an acute stage. I meditate regularly and it makes such a difference! xxx

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