I was physically attacked by a police officer and falsely convicted. I had been engaging with him but found him to be obnoxious (to say the least). He kept telling me not to swear because it was an ‘arrestable offence’. I had not committed a crime and was not being
I was married to a high ranking police officer for 13 years. I didn’t realise the extent to which I’d been a victim of abuse until I left. I was what would now be described as coercively controlled. I was gas lighted regularly, no one would believe me, he told
About 25 years ago I was single and living in a flat on my own. My car was vandalised and I reported it to the police. The officer came round the same day and spent a long time talking to me. He scared me a little by suggesting that the
Married to a serving police officer for 9 years who worked in various different forces throughout the UK. At first everything seemed great, especially when we were dating, he seemed caring and loving and funny and knew what to say and how to be. A real charmer in every way.
My ex husband was, and I believe still is a police officer. We divorced about a decade ago only it is only now that I am realising and dealing with the fact that I was psychologically abused by him. At the time I had never heard of gaslighting and certainly
On the [redaction made for legal reasons] following a ‘check on welfare’ call out the police force [redaction made for legal reasons] turned up instead of an ambulance. The police force [redaction made for legal reasons] sent 2 police vans and a police car at approximately [redaction made for legal
I met him in a professional setting (dog handler/ vet) he was charming and flattered me to the point of being cringeworthy…he later looked me up on Facebook and started to message me. I remained friendly and professional but I started to see him drive slowly past my house early
In 1998, while I was still at school, I was groomed and sexually abused by a 47 year old married man. The man dressed like a police officer and carried handcuffs in his bag on his way to work. He told me he was a court guard. Last year I
I was waiting on a train platform at Sheffield to pick my husband up from a train. It was in the days before mobiles so if you said a place you had to be there at the right time. There was a crowd of policemen waiting for a football train.
My biological father is/was a high ranking police officer.He physically and verbally abused me throughout my childhood. He choked me, beat me, dragged me down the stairs by my hair. He smashed my face into a plate. He would accuse me of things I didn’t do so he had an
My story is nowhere as severe or devastating as many of the stories on here, but it has given me a distrust of the Police that’s lasted for over a decade. In the 00s when I was in my early 20s, I worked in catering and one night, we had
I was 17, my Dad had recently died I was in turmoil. I was arrested one night for trespass taken to the police station by two police men. One was an older man the other was young. I was bailed and my mum came to get me. Whilst home alone
I was no angel at that time, I had been in trouble with the Police for minor episodes of drunk and disorderly and shop lifting, nothing serious I was I think about 17 years old. I used to get stopped at the side of the road quite often and questioned.
In 1995 my step dad was recommended to a counsellor for depression. In the first session he admitted to her that he had loaded guns and knives in the flat where he lived with me and my mum. I was eight years old at the time, and had already experienced
When I was 19-20 I was in a very violent relationship. Many times police were called by neighbours etc and every time my BF spoke to them – they never asked to speak to me. Eventually my best friend told my family who staged an intervention and that night called
I left my ex husband in 2007 as he was violent & abusive, I was in the police and he was a retired officer.As a single parent of a small child I applied for flexible working hours and faced unbearable pressure to constantly change my hours. In 2015 I made
My mother shared with me a story that haunted her. She lived in West London in the late 1960s in a flat. There was a young family who lived above her. The young mother was reported to have worked as a prostitute in the past, but she had settled down
A police officer [redaction made for legal reasons] who is still in post, ignored stalking and harassment by two Male neighbours (one heroin addict ex-convict, one mentally ill and violent ) ensuring I continued to be harassed and stalked for a year on each occasion. He falsified charges and records,
