The first time I worked as a police officer, I told myself that it wasn’t crazy. I was 18, I had just graduated as an assistant police officer and I was taking up my first position in an administrative detention centre (CRA). I spent long hours there waiting, without any specific mission. I felt useless. My mental health was declining. Until I resigned, almost a year after entering the profession.
Everything predisposed me to become a police officer. My parents both spent years in the motorized brigade. My mother is still there. In some family photos, I proudly sit on the back of a police motorcycle. At what age did my parents put me on this seat for the first time? I don’t remember exactly. 4 years old, maybe 3. I’ve always loved it, I’m a big fan of motorcycles. It’s also my parents’ passion. They made a living from it and I was immersed in it.
My parents’ job is not just that. I grew up knowing that they helped people. For example, when they were called because someone in great distress was trying to end their life, they saved them every time. Or when a serious car accident had occurred, they managed to find the people responsible. Sometimes, I saw my father and mother coming home from work broken all over. But I said to myself: “That’s the other side of the coin.” I have always wanted to help people and do good. In my family, it is a character trait that we have.
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“Judo, football, sport shooting”
The police are a vocation. I have been sure of myself since I was 12 years old. My 3 year internshipe takes place in a police station. Alongside my baccalaureate in technological sciences, management and administration, I do a lot of sport. Three or four times a week. Judo for twelve years, football, sport shooting. Like motorcycling, shooting has been part of my life for a long time. My mother was a champion in speed sport shooting in internal police competitions. For my tenth birthday, she allowed me to shoot five cartridges with a firearm, during a training course supervised by an instructor. It immediately became a passion that I practiced regularly in high school. I really had all the predispositions to do the job!
I passed the competitive examination for assistant police officer the year I turned 18 and was in my final year of high school. I chose to take this rank, and not that of police officer, because I wanted to have a foot in the stirrup and a little experience in the field before committing myself permanently.
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