This is my first time posting on here so bare with me. I was in law enforcement for 14 years. The first 8 or 9 years were great, it was exactly what I wanted my whole life. In 2004, I was involved in a shooting, wherein the suspect was shot killed. I did not shoot him but my best friend did, while 2 of us were fighting with the guy and he tried to stab us (long story). The administration had us go through a one hour "therapy session" in front several people. Nothing else was offered. The incident really didn't seem to bother me until I began having a hard time qualifying with firearms because I would flinch so bad when someone next to me shot.
After burrying that and several other things, jump ahead to about 2 years ago. Being a supervisor I got called out on bad incidents all the time. This one morning at 3:00 am I got called out because one of our deputies initiated a high speed chase with a motorcycle. The chase ended with the motorcycle wrecking, killing the driver and passengerr. When I arrived, I discovered that the driver was a very good friend I have known all my life. I sucked it up and did what I had too. A senior supervisor arrived and told me I had to walk the scene with him to make sure nothing was missed. Knowing full well, the person killed was my friend, he insisted I do my job, which I did.
It seems from that point on everything began effecting me more and more. I found myself getting emotional
After burrying that and several other things, jump ahead to about 2 years ago. Being a supervisor I got called out on bad incidents all the time. This one morning at 3:00 am I got called out because one of our deputies initiated a high speed chase with a motorcycle. The chase ended with the motorcycle wrecking, killing the driver and passengerr. When I arrived, I discovered that the driver was a very good friend I have known all my life. I sucked it up and did what I had too. A senior supervisor arrived and told me I had to walk the scene with him to make sure nothing was missed. Knowing full well, the person killed was my friend, he insisted I do my job, which I did.
It seems from that point on everything began effecting me more and more. I found myself getting emotional