The one thing you never say to a 911 police dispatcher….

discipleofdante:

lulladie:

“You just sit behind a desk with a headset, how stressful can your job really be?”

How stressed would you be if this was your daily shift?

A child calls 911.  “My mommy and daddy are melting. They won’t wake up.”  [Child’s parents have been murdered and are covered in their own blood, child is 4 and doesn’t know their location.]

A man, middle-aged: He tells you that he has a gun and he’s going to shoot himself.  You hear his wife in the background and his kids are crying.  You hear his wife ask “What are you doing!? NO!” and the sound of a gunshot. You hear the gunshot again. The kids have stopped crying.  The man is heard, and hangs up.  [Family murder and suicide.]

A woman in hysterics:  Her vehicle became stranded on the road. A man offered to help her, and instead abducted one of her small children.  The woman won’t calm down to give you pertinent information and becomes suicidal.

A man calls, young adult: You can hear scuffling and nothing else at first, and then the sounds of pain.  The caller manages to tell you he’s been shot.  You hear someone else in the room, and you stay on the phone while trying to get information from the caller and listen to his death rattles as he dies on the line. [Caller was shot by an intruder.]

A woman calls, elderly:  There is an intruder on her property. She sounds calm, a little confused as to why he’s there.  She doesn’t seem to know where she is. Suddenly she is heard screaming bloody murder, over and over, as he kills her on the line. Link to Call: (Very graphic, you hear her die.)

And then the plethora of calls like assaults, DUI, medical (where yes, sometimes they die as you walk them through what to do until EMS gets there.  It’s very easy to feel responsible for things you have no control of) angry complaints about burger king making their burger wrong, suicides…the list goes on and on.  And these can sometimes be daily occurrences depending on where you work. 

Dispatchers are also prone to PTSD due to exposure to listening to people dying from violence, health problems, accidents, auto accidents, and other things the 911 dispatcher must respond to on a sometimes daily basis.

And, most importantly, dispatchers carry on their shoulders their officer’s safety.  Knowing where they are, where they are going, if there is danger where they’re going, getting them the help they need immediately, and sometimes even listening to an officer be killed over the radio.

It is a harsh job and not meant for everyone, and nobody should ever say you are just “Sitting behind a desk with a headset on.”

These people should be lauded as heroes. If rather be a cop than a 911 dispatcher. Hearing this happen in real time and being powerless to stop it. That would break me in a second. Just thinking of that makes me want to cry.

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mythicalogical:
“ thesexypenguin:
“ “ The educational system in one image.
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“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will spend the rest of its life thinking it’s an idiot.” -Albert Einstein
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mythicalogical:

thesexypenguin:

The educational system in one image.

“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will spend the rest of its life thinking it’s an idiot.” -Albert Einstein

Reblogging. always. always. always.

OKAY BUT THIS IS SO IMPORTANT.  I’m analytically highly intelligent.  I’m not just bragging here, I have a point, but first you have to understand that I’m pretty smart.  Smart enough that socializing is difficult because I have a lot of difficulty understanding how other people process the world (also it turns out that people get angry when you admit that you’re psychoanalyzing them so that you know what to say, which is pretty much how I interact with humanity).  Like, I walked into the SAT severely concussed with no preparation and scored a 2190 out of 2400, and I got a perfect 800 on the Critical Reading section (notoriously near-impossible to ace), but I was born without that road map for how to be an Earthling.

So I’m not good with people, they make me uneasy, and I had to learn how to do the society thing mostly by rote memorization–this makes people angry, this makes them happy, and it makes them cruel when I admit that I can learn languages at ridiculous paces and do number theory in my head and read four hundred pages in an hour.  (Yeah, also?  Don’t tell people they’re being arrogant and condescending unless you’re being as polite as possible, because they might be trying really hard, and that shit hurts after a while.)  My mom?  She’s great with people.  Don’t get me wrong, she’s a total introvert who basically comes home and rants about the idiots at her job, but she is flat-out brilliant at handling them.  So she can’t keep up with me when I go on a tirade about how nice the Fibonacci sequence is or when I sit down and recite whole blocks of text–who gives a fuck?  She’s brilliant.  She’s a genius.  She can talk to someone for ten minutes and be able to make them sign over their soul with a smile–I might be able to charm someone because I had to learn it to survive (no one likes someone who thinks everyone should be able to keep up), but I have nothing like her talent.

So this is an alternative genius appreciation post.  Also an appreciation of Moran’s mom post, because she’s awesome.

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