"You may not like cops. Few do. They can be arrogant, impatient, rude. They can weary of a demanding, complaining public. Most are good people. A few are not.
"They are what we've got. They are out there, 24/7, with the psychopaths, the crash victims with the cartilage white where the flesh is gone, the week-old dead found by the reek, the snot, the blood, the cum, the maggots, the screaming half-crazed fifteen-year-old rape vtctims, the charred children caught in the fire with their guts exploded, the aged drunk women pissing in their pants in alleys and trying to crawl, the baby's brains on the windshield. You might get a bit odd too. You might get real damn odd. Think about it."
Thanks, that’s an accurate description and reminds me of a couple calls last few days I worked. I had to go to an apartment where an older gent had been dead inside for 3 weeks. The stench of death was still HEAVY in there a week after they took him out. Three people inside going through the deceaseds belongings were inside. They all talked to me through their shirts, which they had all pulled up over their mouths and noses, trying to lessen the smell. Somehow I don’t think it worked but it sure was funny to see them all talking through their shirts.
I’m thinking of transferring or getting on another police dept. They all want to give psychological tests. Some of our guys went and took them. And failed. I hear through another police officer that alot of veteran officers fail pscyhological tests, according to a study by an NYPD officer.
I wonder how that squares up? Your a working police officer at one PD but you test for another PD and fail the psych test. Is that cause for retirement? I heard the ones at NYPD that failed psych tests were all given disability pensions. hahahahaha... funny.
I realized there was something wrong with me when I and another police officer were laughing at some guy that we chased who was on a motorcycle. (another agency chased the guy through our city, we were just along for the ride) He lost control, hit a telephone pole and was all twisted up like a plate of spaghetti. As he was laying there dying, we were laughing.
I took a good look at myself after that.