Just a heads up, before I even type this I can see this being a long read!
Strange story, I have just had to go through my old work folder to try and find my old tax code and well... me being me, I never keep anything organised so there was payslips mixed with report mixed with telephone numbers and so on and so forth.
Just a little back story so the story makes sense. My old job was a transport law enforcement officer, basically a transport police officer with less powers. I could detain but I could not state a charge. In other words, I could restrain someone and say "you are being help here until a police officer attends to charge you for said offence".
Okay so while looking through my folder I stumbled on a report and after reading a few sentences I remembered this exact incident in full detail.
I was working security on a station and I had just about finished my break, I went outside to smoke a cigarette when a boy, 12 years old runs past me and tries to run into traffic. I grabbed him by the collar and asked him what the hell he was doing.. all he said was "my mums gonna kill me" then tries to run back into traffic, I wrestle him to the ground and wow, for 12 years old, the kid had a lot of strength in him! As I was on my break I had no radio to call for assistance so the only thing I could do was try and talk to him. I asked him again, what the hell was he doing and he said that he had lost his money, he cant get home, his mums gonna kill him and once again tries to push me off him, this time to no avail. I try to calm him down by explaining that I will personally pay for him to get home he doesnt have to worry, all he needs to do is give me his mums number. He does. I get him to sit down in a corner so I can corner him in case he tries another attempt and I call his mum, all she says is he has 'mental problems' and she will collect him shortly. Well as soon as I tell him, he starts going all 'weird'... I didnt know at the time but I now know he was having a VERY bad panic attack. I had no clue what the hell to do, I thought he was having a asthma attack, ran inside got the first aid kit, checked his o2 levels and I cant remember the number but on the report I wrote 98%. So I was confused, what is going on. Well as soon as that happened his mum came and immediately took him away, in the car and shot off.
I remember being very baffled about what just happened but its just another day. I wrote the report, continued my shift and it never crossed my mind, until now.
I wish I knew what I know now about panic disorders as I probably could have helped him a lot more than what I did, but heyho.. you live and learn.
And that ladies and gentlemen was another rambling story from TheInjuredBiker... hope I didn't bore you too much 
Things have gone too far now:-(
Don't know what to do anymore, can't function!
