by Peter Platt
Badge of Life Canada
My name is Peter Platt and I am both a PTSD and breast cancer survivor. I use a cane and I also use a service dog. Many times over the past eight years, I’ve had people ask me, “How long has the dog been in training?” I tell them, “He’s my dog, he’s not in training and he helps me with my disabilities.” There have been a number of times people have said to me, “Well, you don’t look disabled.” How does one respond to that? I never can.
PTSD is an invisible disability and I have been dealing with it since 1992. This is where my story begins.
I was nineteen years old when I joined the Ottawa Police Service in 1969, eager to save the world. It was about 3:00 am one October morning in 1992 when my world started to crumble around me, while patrolling Centretown. I was driving around the streets looking for a large tree to drive into to end my life. I had never felt this strange feeling before, but I felt it a few times after that morning. As well, I felt a sudden, deep depression. I called my sergeant, who came to me in what seemed like seconds, and I explained to him how I was feeling. He followed very closely behind me while we drove to the station. I changed out of my uniform, went home and never returned to police work again.
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