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

I dated an officer for 8 months on the rebound from an abusive relationship. He was nice to start with, but occasional flashes of anger. Outsiders noticed it first. Then one day an incident occured between him and my daughter. I didn’t see him for 2 days after, then he

I went to the police to report stalking the police did not care they said well he has not hurt you yet so we can’t do anything. He was arrested and spoken to. Eventually I moved away due to the lack of support but was forced to move back only

I was just 16 and loved my 17 year old boyfriend very much. His father was a Police Officer and his police dog lived in their house too. He’d had a very public affair and I’m not sure his marriage was good but boyfriend’s mum was lovely and I enjoyed

I was going out with a man who was a police officer [senior rank – redacted for legal reasons] in the army. He worked in undercover policing on drugs cases and other serious crimes. I woke up in the night and he was already inside me. I’d been asleep. I

Whilst walking to school one morning when I was 14, I was sexually abused by a stranger. Although I reported it when I got to school, and the police were called, they didn’t come to take my statement until that evening and two male police officers were sent. They questioned

I visited the busy shopping area, Reading Gate retail Park to quickly pop into a shop and return something. I left knowing that I am truly on my own and there is no protection in this world for the vulnerable. When I exited my car to go into the shop,

On my 18th birthday I was arrested along with a male friend for possession of cannabis. It was the first time I had ever been arrested. While on bail the arresting officer told me he would make sure I only received a caution for my offence if I slept with

I was a victim of my ex partner’s stalking. I went to the police station to report it. I saw an officer there who I knew by sight. He took it upon himself to pop in and see me on his way to work. He was soon popping in during