Not sure where to post this, but reading the last few posts, I thought I'd put it here.
I was assaulted at work a few weeks ago. As per usual, the police did nothing as it seems to be a common perception these days that people like us are just legitimate fodder. This didn't used to have any impact on me as a few light slams has always been part of the job. You can't work somewhere where you can't control which members of the public come in and do whatever they like in your workplace and get emotional about it. Nothing will change, it'll always be that way. I always accepted that's how things were and almost used to relish it. People come in, do what they like, see you as scum and do as they please. Coming home with bruises and even a broken bone once has never bothered me.
But for some reason this one did. I've thought about little else since. I've always been the person to jump in the way to stop other people being hurt when scum come in and abuse people, with very little consideration of my own welfare. I've had bloody needles pulled on me, a knife, I've been beaten up, a brick thrown at me and hit by a car. Some of that was due to my own stupidity and enthusiasm for accepting the difference between right and wrong. As a result of my attitude, people who work for me feel more safe and feed off my confidence. In fact, only a few days before, a vicious assault occurred on 2 of my female colleagues and they handled it brilliantly, with one of them telling me "we know you've always got our back".
But this occasion really impacted me. Someone who was not allowed on the premises came in. He was thrown out and arrested on site 5 months earlier for being threatening, abusive and assaulting a police officer. One of my colleagues calmly reminded him that he shouldn't be there and asked him to leave. She's an amazing person and wonderful mother to 2 children. He proceeded to threaten her and scream in her face. Seeing this, I stood in her way to protect her and just took the abuse and treats of violence instead, which is usually water off a ducks back to me. But he tried to get around me, leant into her face and starting screaming at her. At this point, I grabbed him, and removed him by force as I had calmly reminded him I had the right to do.
Once he was removed, the usual script played out. "I know where you live", "I'll kill you" etc etc. He refused to leave, as they usually do until they hear sirens, kept coming back towards me and was pushed away from my person. I was fully inside my place of work, had no option but to defend myself, and have racked my brain ever since trying to think of anything I could have done differently and I really can't think of an alternative. Eventually, he came at me, kicked me in the knee and grabbed me.
The man was over 10 years my senior, slightly smaller than me and was clearly insane (he was spouting crazy conspiracy theories and even threatened to beat up an elderly customer who was passing by). Because he had struck me and had hold of me, I tried to put him on the floor to restrain him as I've done many times before, to wait for the police to arrive before he hurt anyone else. As I've mentioned on here before, I've had a bad back for a few years and it has got a lot better recently, but I've lived with it long enough to know what my tolerances are. But for some reason, on this occasion, it went.
I could feel the pain searing up my body, and when that happens I know what comes next. One of my legs will give way and I'll go down. Once down, the only way to get back up is a controlled roll back on to my front and a slow ascent back up using my arms and legs. I ended up on my back, flat on the floor, with this guy on top of me. If I'm being honest, I couldn't let go of him as I knew that I would be led incapacitated flat on my back and unable to get up with him free to do whatever he wanted to me. I still had the full strength of my arms, so was using them alone to defend myself, but my legs and back were out of action.
Luckily, another bloke pulled up in a car to do his shopping, got out and grabbed the guy around the neck to get him off me and restrained him until the cops arrived.
But I don't know why, for the first time in my career, I felt so vulnerable.? I've been through far worse, yet I couldn't emotionally get over this for days afterwards. It's not the pain, the back was better in a few days. I wouldn't have cared if he'd given me a hammering. But why did I feel so emotionally upset about this? Why did this impact me so much? I've tried to rationalise it by what my partner said when I got home "you're not 21 anymore. You've got to accept that you're more vulnerable than you used to be". But she's only looking out for me. Cuts and bruises heal, but I've relived that moment where I was led on my back helpless in many nightmares I've had since. I've never felt like this before. The people that work for me have also noticed this and have started to feel less secure, that the guy who told them that it's just a fact of life and that I'll always be there for them, was led on his back on the pavement, incapacitated, like an absolute fool, and completely helpless.
I have this feeling of physical vulnerability all of a sudden and I don't know how to deal with it?