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BADoglick posted...

I had a break in attempt 8 years ago at my home. The police response: 'did they get in?' Me: 'no'. Police: 'well let us know when they do'. Our neighbor got robbed ten minutes later. Broke in, stole their purse, laptop, keys and then jacked their car.

The police in your area is extremely incompetent and dangerous.

Gaawa_chan posted...

One time my father threw my little sister and me out of the car onto the streets in the middle of the night in a city (we live about 300 miles away from where we were, so we weren't sure we could get help from people we knew)... he then came back and tried to take my phone so we wouldn't be able to call for help, so I backed away and called the police and they told me to either go back to my father's place or stay out there with the homeless people. Cool. Their presence probably kept papa from beating the shit out of me, though, so I guess that's something.

It was actually smart of them to encourage you to stay close to the homeless people. Chances are, strangers are much more likely to help you out than not. It's better off than facing a situation where you're guaranteed to be in danger. So how did the story end? Were you liberated from your abusive father? Did the police come to pick you up?

zebatov posted...

Oh yeah. Found out theyre useless for 95% of calls so I dont bother calling anymore.

Is that because they refuse to help you when the burger joint gives you mayonnaise instead of ketchup?

Locusts posted...

For domestic abuse situations, 9-1-1 is truly worthless. And for domestic violence, unless someone is dead, or they believe there's a deadly weapon (gun or knife, anything else does not count), they really don't care.

Where do you live? Where I live, whenever someone calls 911 for domestic abuse, they send the cops. I know because I personally called 911 for this reason on more than one occasion. Twice it was because of my violent father who scared the shit out of me, another was because of my friend's father who threw a tantrum in my house. I was also on the receiving end twice. When we were teenagers and living with our mother, my sister once called 911 because I hit her, but she left out the part where it was her who assaulted me and that I was only acting in self-defense. Thankfully, the police believed my story and said I was right, but I did have to leave the house and live somewhere else because I couldn't live with my crazy sister anymore.

Years later, I returned to live in my mother's house, this time sharing the bills with her as I was now an adult with a job. I also co-own the house now, although she owns a bigger share. My sister came to visit us and she didn't like the fact that I needed to train at the gym. I don't have a car nor a driver's license (I work from home), so twice a week my mother drove me to the gym and picked me up one hour and a half later. I could have used my bike to go to the gym, but I'd be too exhausted to ride it on the way back. At the time I was doing a lot of cardio to help me burn fat, today I've lost over 45 kg (over 100 lbs). Add to that the fact that I'm allergic to the sun and this was in the summer, I really needed someone to drive me there. But no, my sister planned out a day of shopping, eating at the restaurant and going to the cinema with her mother; there was no room to pick me up during that time. Her solution? Call 911, make a scene and lie about me being violent and threatening my mother.

I had absolutely no idea she had called the cops, so when I saw them arriving, I knew exactly what was going on. She kept lying to the cops, while I was calm but upset. I explained that my sister is crazy and that it wasn't the first time she called the cops on me as a way to win something. The cops were kind to me and understanding, they knew I was right but they still had to clear things up just in case. One of them called a social worker on the phone and told her that they were in a situation that totally doesn't require police intervention. We had to wait for the social worker to come and talk to my sister, my mother and me. It wasn't a fun time. A few years later, my sister was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. That was a huge surprise (sarcasm). She always make a big scene over the most trivial things. When we were kids and she wanted to spite me, she used to cry wolf and make a scene so that our father would beat me.

If you're wondering about my allergy to the sun, I'll explain it. My skin reacts abnormally when in contact with ultra violet rays. Although it's true that everyone can get sunburned, in my case it's debilitating. If I spend just five minutes under the sun, I can get insane sunburns. My skin roasts like a steak on a barbecue. I'm forced to wear protective clothing at all times except in winter. During summer, I must wear a hat, long sleeves, long pants and sometimes even gloves. Now imagine me wearing warm clothing in the middle of summer while riding on a bike after being exhausted for having climbed over 1 km (over 0.62 miles) on a stair master for over 50 minutes straight after working out for half an hour.

Maybe Massachusetts was just behind the rest of the U.S., but certainly for the 90s and 2000s, it felt like incompetence.

Massachusetts sounds like a terrible place to live if your story is representative of it.

Apart from the calls I mentioned above, I also called 911 once for a deranged driver. I was in a car on the passenger's seat and we were stopped by a red light. A driver on my right was yelling so loudly that we could hear him inside the car with the windows closed. He looked enraged, I think he was even spitting due to the constant yelling. I don't know why he acted like that but I called 911 to signal him. I couldn't get his license number as it was too dark and he moved too fast when the light turned to green, but I described his appearance, the type of vehicle and its color, and where he went. He went to a casino's parking lot, so finding him would be easy. I don't know what happened to him after that.

My mother also calls 911 on a near daily basis, as it's part of her job. She works as a nurse and manager, so she constantly has to call for ambulances for her patients in need of one. I've heard her make such calls at home when she's on standby and her employees call her when there's an emergency. She always goes straight to the point and gives all the details about the patient that paramedics need to know to do their job more effectively.

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