Jennifer Lynne, a chiropractor whose Backstroke business is located Downtown, works with law enforcement clientele on a regular basis. She’s also married to a Bridgeport police officer. She shares her perspective about the rigors of the job in this commentary.
It’s time we stop saying “he took his own life” when a police officer commits suicide. Spend one day with these officers and see what they go through. Listen to them reminisce about calls they went on, what they had endured and how they were affected. It’s numbing.
The Bridgeport Police Department lost one of their brethren this weekend at his own hand. Some will ask why, others will guess why. I’m here to tell you part of the reason why.
We put our law enforcement officers through hell.
We force them to check their humanity at the door and then we condemn them for being inhumane.
We expect them to represent the community yet the community represents that they aren’t worth a budget increase or being paid on time, if ever.
We force them to save the lives of others yet when they save their own we dissect it, we criminalize it and we judge them for it.
We expect them to bear witness to nightmares yet offer them a charade of support to help them sleep soundly.
Under our charge they are sacrificing their liberty, for when confronted day in and day out with the worst we have to offer there is no way to breathe free.
Under our charge we have imprisoned them to always look over their shoulder. Could be a bad guy, could be a politician with an agenda. Who cares, they are equally as dangerous.
These men and women are scarred because of the work they are doing on our behalf. And when one of these men and women commit suicide, we all have a hand in the taking of their life.
Do your hands feel dirty now? They should.
Proud police wife,