A very honest, depressing and also fascinating first-person account from a police officer who specialised in sexual offences, and then (through a completely separate chain of events) was raped. He discusses his unwillingness to press charges, the pressure that well-meaning collagues put him under, and the new insights he now has.
Another question I’ve had to ask myself is why, as a police officer, I am not doing everything I can to get my attacker off the streets. But I’m a victim first and a police officer second. I’m not the first victim to decide not to press charges, and I won’t be the last. Being a cop means I know the system, and it has scared me off. I know this case would be likely to end in court and, from that point, I couldn’t maintain my anonymity. I couldn’t cope with the added burden of being a cop as well as a victim.