2 years later and I still can't watch Police programmes without shouting at the TV.
2 years later and I still can't watch Police programmes without shouting at the TV. 
Me & Gemma watched the latest season of 24 hours in Police custody this week.
Huge reminders of why I wanted out and why I got out.
But it also shows I've still got it in me.
I was a cop for so long that it became part of my identity. When you've done or been something, it's hard to leave it all behind.
I suppose my clients are like that. When they've lived a certain way for so long it's hard to leave that default behind.
It's scary to try to change. What if you fail? What if you can't?
I had those thoughts but I took a punt on it.
And it's paid off for me.
Shifts no longer run my life. I haven't been spat at or bit in years.
I'd like to say I've got an exciting week ahead but it looks very adult.
Another new tyre on the car, the washing machine is being fixed today and we're moving Gemma's grandma to a downstairs flat.
Maybe I should go back to my shifts...
