I was like you. A member of the public, concerned citizen, minding my own business and plodding on through life focused on raising my son and protecting him from harm.
When in my teens, I had considered joining the police. It sounded action packed and a challenge; a chance to develop myself on both a personal and professional level, to protect people, fight crime and keep the community safe. The timing just wasn’t right.
Life moved on and I started a family. Still, the small voice within that wanted to do more and make a difference didn’t subside.
I wanted to join the Specials in 1986 after I’d done my national service back in Italy, so I applied… but then I got a job as a Chef. I’ve worked in the hospitality trade since then and have owned and managed restaurants and cafes and I love it. But in the back of my mind, thoughts about joining the police have always been there.
About 15 years ago someone suggested I think about joining the Specials again, as a sort of ‘try before you buy’ to see if I wanted to join the regulars. So I did apply and was successful. You do need to be pretty dedicated with the training as it takes up your evenings and some weekends, but people across the force are so helpful and if someone can help you, they will.
When I was about five or six years old, I remember telling my mum that I wanted to be a police officer.
I saw the advert for the Special Constabulary about a year ago, and when I looked into it a bit more I decided it was something I could do. I have three young children and I think now is a good time for me to see if this is something I want to do longer term. Continue reading