No, it is totally okay.
Back when he started, he use to bring a lot of things home to work on. There was one case that he was lead on (when he was a detective) that was never solved. Theresa Duran. I don’t remember him ever talking about when she was reported missing, but I remember very clearly the day they found her body. Our house just got the addition on and my parents were both sealing the outside concrete (?) of the basement while I was outside watching. The phone rang and it was dispatch telling him the body was found.
We didn’t see much of him that month once the State Police was called in (they over see murders in the small towns). He worked hand in hand with them day and night. From my understanding, my father knows who murdered her he just couldn’t prove it. Evidence was lost. Time passed. That was in 1984 and to this day my father will still look over his notes. Interviews. He promised her father that he would arrest his daughter’s murderer and it bothers him that he hasn’t.
As for other examples. Was he hard to live with? Yes. Very much so. Always angry. Upset. Very “hands on” parent when it came to punishing us. His goal was to scare the living shit out of me and my two sisters so that we wouldn’t get in trouble and in many ways it worked. Though I have come to resent him in a lot of ways. I find it hard to talk to him let along be loving or affectionate at all with him. When I visit my parents, my mother will always get a kiss and a easy to say, “I love you.” With my father, he gets a kiss on the forehead that always makes me uncomfortable and a forced “I love you.” It isn’t that I don’t love him, I just don’t feel comfortable telling him that.
Because of the way he was brought up (My grandfather was a sgt in the local city for many years) and for what my father saw constantly on the job, he wasn’t a loving man. He is trying to make up for it now, but I am almost afraid to say that it is to late.
He bottles a lot of what he sees inside. A lot of what he feels inside. The one time I saw the “human” side of him was when he had to shoot a suicidal man because he was trying to kill himself by cutting his head off with a table saw. The man (after stabbing his wife) stabbed himself a number of time in front of my father (and other officers) and when my pepper sprayed him the guy only got more angry. That is when he went for the table saw in the basement. After that call, my father had to see a shrink and couldn’t hold a knife for a month.
I am not saying the job isn’t amazing. It is. It is very rewarding. Though at the same time (on the family end of it) it is emotionally draining and some officers (not just my father, but I even saw some when I was working in law enforcement myself) take it out on the ones close to them. I saw one Sgt at the department I worked for berating her 10 year old daughter because she was getting fat.
I am not saying that all of it has to do with the job. We all come from back rounds that shape what we are. Though the tools they are taught in the academy, the mind tricks and what not… fucked my entire childhood. My father was and still is at times very controlling. I am 30 years old and I am still very much afraid of him.
So in short. Yes. He takes it home with him. More emotional then physical. His tatics and emotional baggage he saw at work that would upset him, he would take out on us by screaming at us that our rooms weren’t clean. Something that should have bee a 5 minutes scolding would often turn into an hour long bitch session of all the other fuck ups we had done. It wasn’t about the “fuck ups” I learned later on in life. It was that he had a bad day at work and the only way to release that frustration or “emotional baggage” was to take it out on the people he knew couldn’t leave him.
Sorry for the novel. I just have a pretty strong opinion on this.