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.

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,

The police closed off our cul-de-sac in [redaction made for legal reasons] while an armed siege took place for several days nearby. They came to each house, and my sister and I who were [redaction made for legal reasons] and had not had any relationships got friendly with 2 officers

I was a teenager, asleep in my then boyfriend’s bed when they raided his house. Nothing was found, but I had been sleeping without any clothes on. I was ordered up and out of the bed and told to stand against the wall. As they searched his room, for over