Just a little note, when your 'emotionally disturbed' family member is off his/her meds and is a danger to himself or to society and the police have to be called to the scene, try to remember they are the POLICE. If you wanted a social worker or a psychologist, you should have dialed one directly.
Stuff like this happens all the time. You call, they come. When they come, it is likely that someone will be leaving in handcuffs. You cannot call the police to a violent situation and expect that in the end, everyone's tears will be dried, hot chocolate and cookies will be handed out to be enjoyed by all and "Kumbaya" will be heard in the background.
They are law enforcement officers. They enforce the law. You do not get to determine how they execute their duties. If you could have handled the bag of crap you called them about, you would have. You couldn't, so just shut the hell up and deal with the fact that your husband/wife/brother/sister/ba by mama/baby daddy/child/BFF could very well be spending time as a guest of the municipality who came to answer your call for help.
Cops hang out with other cops. They get each other; they don't have to explain themselves. They laugh at things other people think inappropriate.
Their humor is dark, but they love to laugh. They work second jobs and they are Boy Scout Leaders, lacrosse, football, soccer, hockey and baseball coaches. They spend twenty plus years being tired and grumpy from the commute, the crazy hours, the job and pain in the butt bosses. When they walk in the door and the kids yell,“Daddy!” or,“Mommy!” they‘re ready with a big hug, a smile and a “What’s up guys?” How, you ask, do I know these things? I have spent over 30 years being married to one of them. He trusts no one. He is a cop’s cop. He has an amazing memory and eye for detail that is astounding.
Anyone who has ever worked with him will tell you he is probably a little crazy. For over 30 years, I watched him walk out the door and I always prayed that he would come back. There were some really close calls, but he always made it home. I have never taken that for granted, I know too well the ache and emptiness in the eyes of the survivors of the badge.
Cops are pricks. It's what keeps them alive and whole, because if they let all the crap they deal with actually sink in, it would destroy their souls. So they will deal with the things you don't want to believe really happen. They will be physically and emotionally bruised, battered and bloodied. There is one thing that a cop wants every day when he or she goes into work – just one thing. At the end of tour, they want to go home. That’s it, just to make it home where things are normal, boring and safe. When all is said and done, that really is their job - to make it through the day and arrive home safe and sound.