Definitions:
Police Officer PTSD: PTSD is only one consequence of trauma exposure, which switches the brain to fight-or-flight mode, and quick survival-related decision-making. The brain is always on alert, trying to prevent recurrence of trauma. Those with PTSD experience nightmares, flashbacks, intrusive memories, anger, insomnia, avoidance of any reminder of trauma, and social withdrawal, among other symptoms.
Approximately 15% of the police officers in the U.S. and globally experience symptoms of PTSD. Numbers can be much higher based on exposure, such as after natural disasters or tragedies like 9/11.
Police officers show not only high levels of PTSD, but also depression, anxiety and suicide. More police officers and firefighters die by suicide than in the line of duty, and unfortunately the number of suicide deaths among the police seems to be rising. While many others might not meet all the criteria for PTSD, they still suffer from some symptoms such as insomnia, nightmares and isolation.
Many officers lose their desire to see their duties through as they see the populace as a hostile enemy to be feared.
Code 136: Police code for a hostage situation.
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Police officers have gone from heroes to the subject of constant verbal and physical abuse in the past 30 years. Although they handle millions of positive and life saving interactions annually, the media and anti-policing groups ignore those and exaggerate any negative interaction with the public, no matter how small.
Many professionals enjoyed hundreds of years of deep public respect, support and adoration. But today, just like attorneys, doctors and CPAs, police officers get little or none.
No one is immune from the mob.
As you can imagine, this leads to a decrease in morale and an erosion in many officer’s desire and willingness to protect and serve.
This is completely understandable. Imagine you are a CPA, handling tens of thousands of returns and transactions each year successfully for your clients, and one of the returns you prepare gets audited. Now imagine the media and the Defund-The-CPAs mob talking about this for weeks and calling for your arrest and sometimes your death.
Like the number of negative police interactions, this one IRS audit is 1/100,000th of a percent compared to your total positive ones. The mob's reaction is not based in the reality of the quality of your overall work. The police suffer this exact fate.
It wouldn’t take long for you to stop caring about your clients and receding into a take-no-risk posture. Also, you may turn a blind eye to client needs when at the start of your career that would never have happened.
Today, officers are demoralized and suffering from PTSD, with growing resentments towards the citizenry they are sworn to protect.
So, now that the context of this tale is clear…..
Officer Timmy Driscoll (caucasian) is working a night-shift week.
It is 2:30am.
He is lying in wait on Route 78, well hidden, his speed trap set and ready in a 65 MPH zone. A car passes by, 99 flashes on his radar gun and he is off to the races.
Two miles down the road he pulls over Tina Bennett (caucasian), 22, who appears slightly intoxicated.
She has two distinct hair colors, left side blue, right side pink. Officer Driscoll thinks she must be non-binary.
She is extremely attractive, even with the rainbow hair.
Officer Driscoll: “Ma’am, please turn off your vehicle.”
Tina Bennett: “Fuck you. How many blacks did you shoot today? You just can’t pull me over you disgusting pig.”
She begins to scream: “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
Officer Driscoll: “License and registration and please turn off your vehicle.”
Tina Bennett: “Fuck you. You just can’t pull me over without a warrant.”
Tina is confused, but feisty and entitled.
She can’t weigh more than 100 pounds but she is aggressively verbally abusing a 250 pound male officer who is heavily armed and built like a truck. A true sign of bad parenting.
Officer Driscoll thinks: “Feminism, look what you have wrought.”
Officer Driscoll: “License and registration and please turn off your vehicle.”
Backup arrives.
Eventually, Tina complies, turns off the engine and exits the vehicle.
She sucker punches Officer Driscoll on the left side of his face, opening a deep and long gash with the many unnecessary rings on her right hand.
Blood forms rivulets down his cheek and onto his neck and collar.
She is immediately swarmed by the other officers.
Whilst being handcuffed, Tina continues her tirade:
“Driscoll, right? I saw your name tag. You’re the one with the small dick.
Right boys, that’s his nickname, small dick Driscoll.”
She keeps chanting this long after she is placed in the back of a cruiser.
She is brought downtown to be processed. She will face a myriad of charges, the most significant, in terms of jail time, is assaulting an officer.
Officer Timmy Driscoll goes to the hospital and is released. He received 50 internal and 30 external stitches. He is told he may suffer permanent nerve damage.
He sits in his police car and breaks down. That has been happening a lot lately. His anger is growing and he is afraid of how he might vent it.
He came very close to shooting her in the head, although he showed no outward sign of it.
He returns to the precinct to complete the arrest paperwork. As she is being moved to a holding cell, she passes him in the hall and spits in his face.
Just before she rounds a corner she cackles and screams: “Small dick Driscoll! Small dick Driscoll! Small dick Driscoll! hahahahhahahahh” and eventually her cackling trails off.
He is seeing a therapist, one that no one, not even his wife or boss, knows about.
He discusses this incident with him the next day, leaving out the part where he wanted to murder Tina, and after the session, the therapist is left with a dilemma.
Even without hearing about Timmy’s murderous thoughts, the therapist worries to himself: “Timmy could be a danger to himself or others, and if I were appointed by the police department, protocol would force me to report my concerns.
But, that is why so few officers agree to see a police department appointed therapist. My doctor client privilege forces me to remain silent. There is no specific violent act Officer Driscoll has told me he is about to consummate on himself or others.”
Two weeks later, we find ourselves with Officer Timmy Driscoll on the night shift again.
Dispatch: 2 Way Radio sound (TSHT) “We have a code 136 in progress. Someone reported female screams coming from a white, windowless, late model Ford Econoline Van. It was last scene heading north on Wilshire.”
Officer Timmy Driscoll: 2 Way Radio sound (TSHT) “Unit 4165, responding to the 136. I am on Wilshire.”
And at that moment, like getting the only present he wanted on Christmas morning, a white, windowless, late model Ford Econoline Van drives right by Timmy at about 20 MPH, all lights off.
Timmy can hear the screaming. He does a U-Turn and pulls up behind the van, turns on his lights and siren.
Amazingly, the driver (caucasian) pulls right over.
Timmy calls for backup and gives his precise location. He is at the very end of Wilshire, which is a dead end, four miles from the main road.
Timmy approaches the vehicle and yells “Turn off the ignition, throw the keys out the window, and exit your vehicle keeping both hands where I can see them. Then lay on your stomach with your hands around your back."
The driver, within ten seconds, complies with every demand. Timmy is shocked.
Timmy approaches him, handcuffs him and asks: “Anyone besides the girl in the back?”
Driver: “No sir.”
All the while the female is screaming in the back of the van. He pounds on the side and yells: “Miss, you are safe now.”
Timmy opens the back of the van, his headlights and spot light fully illuminating it.
He sees a girl, hogtied, lying on her stomach on the bare van floor.
There are no seats except for the driver and passenger’s.
He holsters his weapon and jumps inside.
She screams: "Fucking untie me!"
She has two distinct hair colors, left side blue, right side pink. Officer Driscoll thinks she must be non-binary. She is extremely attractive, even with the rainbow hair.
Apparently, she has managed to get the gag out of her mouth.
He resets the gag, very tightly this time, so there will be no more yelling to disturb her driver.
Before he hops out of the back he says: “My dick is just the right size and I didn’t kill any blacks today. They say I will never have feeling in my left cheek again.”
He approaches the driver, still lying on his stomach, and uncuffs him. He drops the keys right next to his face.
Timmy says: “You are free to go, sorry for delaying your trip. I made sure your passenger won’t be screaming anymore tonight.
Learn to tie gags better.”
Timmy to dispatch: 2 Way Radio sound (TSHT) “Dispatch, that 136 is cleared, nothing but strange music blaring. Heading back to my position.”
With that, the backup units, less than a mile away, turned around.
Timmy did a U-Turn, and headed south on Wilshire towards the main road.
