Police Psychology | Too Much Ugly
By Robin Kroll, PsyD ABPP
When officer Frank arrived at the scene of the crash, he knew immediately there was a fatality. He found the teenage driver ejected, lying on the side of the road, dying. In his attempt to give aid, he heard the gurgling sound that was all too familiar, the sound of death. He detested that sound. Officer Frank has a 16-year-old son of his own and immediately felt the parent’s pain.
He knew he had to pull it together so, without emotion, he mechanically and procedurally finished his tour and headed home. In his 17 years on the job, Frank had seen a lot of violence; a lot of death; a lot of “ugly.” He thought he would be used to it, but today he felt “off.” Today he thought of his own son. Today he felt intense pain. Read the rest of this entry »
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Does it feel different?! He had an early marriage that didn’t work, and frankly divorce wasn’t in my wheel of experiences then, so I was curious. He said “it was really rough at first, but looking back now it was just a relationship gone bad, like you had in high school or college.” I didn’t buy it. I mean this was a marriage, the sanctity of vows, building a life together, dreams, together goals, and all that jazz.
Okay, now what else, I’m still hungry. How about those potato chips? There less than a third of the bag. Let me eat those. I’ll keep looking through here. Hello, a slice of old pizza! That is a piece of heaven. Let me just eat you, you poor little neglected pizza right now. I love cold pizza, wait, is that the chicken parm from Tuesday? Hell, if someone doesn’t eat that it is going to be bad tomorrow. I could go for some chicken parm, after all my wife is making salmon cakes tonight and I never liked salmon cakes, and I didn’t have much lunch, and man this is good! Now where was that chocolate? Ahh, I think I see chocolate – nah, just Cocoa Puffs. Well that is chocolate flavored, let me take a handful of that. Wait, there’s the chocolate. Mmm, nothing like the real thing. SLAM. The front door opens.