The other day my wife, the Sarge, and I were checking into the annual Concerns of Police Survivors (C.O.P.S.) National Conference in Chicago, when we saw one of my old buddies from my Tucson Police days. Jack Harris had been a street cop who then rose to the rank of Commander and retired to become an outstanding counselor specializing in law enforcement issues. It was natural that he would attend this very important meeting of hundreds of folks concerned about the emotional and physical health of those who serve and protect, as well as that of their families.
Over the next couple of days, Jack and I had several chances to catch up and I had an opportunity to tap into his insight over issues that were and are very troubling to me. Suicide, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, divorce, PTSD, and a host of other contemporary challenges were brought up during the conference, and I was impressed with Jack’s approach to dealing with some of these problems. One of the interesting points he made was how often he had to deal with the “self-diagnosed” PTSD victim. These guys (and gals) were often self-medicating (alcohol and/or drugs), and when he pinned them down as to how they made their “diagnosis” he discovered that they often didn’t have a clue as to what PTSD actually was.Jack then did a little mental exercise with these folks where he challenged them to do another diagnosis. Suppose instead of a traumatic emotional event they had been involved in an accident? After the accident they find they can’t stand up, and when they look down their right lower leg is at a 90-degree angle; what is their diagnosis? “A broken leg!” they all exclaimed with certainty, and that’s when he hit them with an important fact check: “And what would you do next?” To which the obvious and consistent answer was, “Go to the doctor…Oh yeah!”


