Look, I'll see if I can be of any assistance, although I have a major problem with Police Officers on the whole.
When I was a child I was bashed pretty well daily by my father, who was a Prison Officer suffering from PTSD, it was unpleasant and it left me with a marked dislike of authority figures, especially those in Blue shirts. Then when I was a little older I was moved by my father to a school in the worst area, in terms of crime rate, socio-economic rating, etc. I had little choice but to bond closely with my peers, as the school in question was seriously violent and going one out was kinda dumb. So I ended up in the wrong crowd, then effectively leading the wrong crowd, but I was still a good kid (I never did anything I regarded as evil if you get my drift), I ended up in the Army Reserve and moved away from that area (desperately trying to get away from my reputation & "name").
Then I had a car accident, while on leave, but a Senior Sgt. who attended took it upon himself, based on my last name (he'd had multiple disagreements with my family while at school and after) to charge me with DUI based on a "verbal". I beat that on a technicality, as a technicality is all you are ever going to have to save you when you are "verballed" by a pro. That prick put me firmly on the wrong side of the law, despite the fact that I am by nature, conviction and experience more a sheepdog than a wolf.
That was almost 20 years ago, since then I have been involved in fights with so many arseholes I cannot count (I detest evil people), I've fought fires, I've carried an unconscious person out of a fire (while barefoot and wearing a t-shirt), and I've arrested violent offenders, while rescuing the people they've injured. It all comes back to me now, after I got injured cooking at home.
But if you think there are limited options for Police with PTSD, imagine how many options there are for sheepdogs classified as wolves at the whim of a single cop, with PTSD.
When I was a child I was bashed pretty well daily by my father, who was a Prison Officer suffering from PTSD, it was unpleasant and it left me with a marked dislike of authority figures, especially those in Blue shirts. Then when I was a little older I was moved by my father to a school in the worst area, in terms of crime rate, socio-economic rating, etc. I had little choice but to bond closely with my peers, as the school in question was seriously violent and going one out was kinda dumb. So I ended up in the wrong crowd, then effectively leading the wrong crowd, but I was still a good kid (I never did anything I regarded as evil if you get my drift), I ended up in the Army Reserve and moved away from that area (desperately trying to get away from my reputation & "name").
Then I had a car accident, while on leave, but a Senior Sgt. who attended took it upon himself, based on my last name (he'd had multiple disagreements with my family while at school and after) to charge me with DUI based on a "verbal". I beat that on a technicality, as a technicality is all you are ever going to have to save you when you are "verballed" by a pro. That prick put me firmly on the wrong side of the law, despite the fact that I am by nature, conviction and experience more a sheepdog than a wolf.
That was almost 20 years ago, since then I have been involved in fights with so many arseholes I cannot count (I detest evil people), I've fought fires, I've carried an unconscious person out of a fire (while barefoot and wearing a t-shirt), and I've arrested violent offenders, while rescuing the people they've injured. It all comes back to me now, after I got injured cooking at home.
But if you think there are limited options for Police with PTSD, imagine how many options there are for sheepdogs classified as wolves at the whim of a single cop, with PTSD.