17 years on the job. 17 years of seeing, hearing, reacting to and experiencing things that no Hollywood script writer could ever imagine. 17 years of taking it all in stride, burying emotions, ignoring fear, suppressing compassion, accepting the fact that ugliness and violence are everyday aspects of the "job". I've always been able to seperate the hours and events on the job from the hours and events of my life outside the electrified fences and razorwire topped walls. Work related stress has not been difficult to leave behind at the end of my shift. Hell, I don't even drink.
Today, something happened that has shaken me up and bothers me immensely. I don't know why. In 17 years I've seen so much of the ugly side of human beings that nothing really bothers me or surprises me. Today, that has changed.
An inmate who was unknown to me stood about 4 feet in front of me. She didn't say a word, she just stood there for a few moments. Looking me in the eye, she raised her right hand up from her side to her neck and slowly and deliberately drew a razor blade across her neck a few inches below her chin. She then lowered her hand and stood there looking at me as the blood began to flow out of her. She turned around and walked away from me. She made it about 10 feet before collapsing on the ground.
Personal alarm activated, medical help summoned, inmate rushed to the on-site hospital. Local ambulance company summoned, ambulance transported her to heli-pad, inmate flown to area hospital. She is still alive last I heard, so I expect she will live.
Don't know why this incident has me off-kilter when other acts of violence didn't. I only know that I am having a tough time with this one, and i' m struggling to compartmentalize what happened.
It's a screwed up world, but I've known that for years. I just don't know what to do with this one, or why it has affected me so. I don't want to make any life changing decisions until I somehow come to some understanding about my feelings and emotions, if that is even possible.
What a day. Looks like it's going to be a long night.
Peace and God bless, Wolfsong.
Today, something happened that has shaken me up and bothers me immensely. I don't know why. In 17 years I've seen so much of the ugly side of human beings that nothing really bothers me or surprises me. Today, that has changed.
An inmate who was unknown to me stood about 4 feet in front of me. She didn't say a word, she just stood there for a few moments. Looking me in the eye, she raised her right hand up from her side to her neck and slowly and deliberately drew a razor blade across her neck a few inches below her chin. She then lowered her hand and stood there looking at me as the blood began to flow out of her. She turned around and walked away from me. She made it about 10 feet before collapsing on the ground.
Personal alarm activated, medical help summoned, inmate rushed to the on-site hospital. Local ambulance company summoned, ambulance transported her to heli-pad, inmate flown to area hospital. She is still alive last I heard, so I expect she will live.
Don't know why this incident has me off-kilter when other acts of violence didn't. I only know that I am having a tough time with this one, and i' m struggling to compartmentalize what happened.
It's a screwed up world, but I've known that for years. I just don't know what to do with this one, or why it has affected me so. I don't want to make any life changing decisions until I somehow come to some understanding about my feelings and emotions, if that is even possible.
What a day. Looks like it's going to be a long night.
Peace and God bless, Wolfsong.