Name changed for this and will be vague.
Yes, for a financial crime related to someone else’s line of work. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. A police officer kept asking me why I was crying.
The reason was I hadn’t done anything and I’m the type of person who used to hate getting a 15 minute detention at school for not doing my home work, let alone being arrested!
I was charged as well but found not guilty very quickly by the jury. Having spent much of the trial clearly struggling with the whole thing, the juror couldn’t get the words ‘not guilty’ out quick enough when they returned the verdict. The defining moment of the trial was when my barrister asked “what evidence is there to show that Ms Wobbel did X” and the police officer in charge of the investigation said “there is none”. I still don’t understand how it all happened if that was the case and I felt so angry at how unjust it seemed.
To this day it impacts me. The other day someone knocked on my door and I went into a complete panic and freaked out. It was the postman but in my head it’s the police all over again. I had CBT about it all and as I said to the therapist “I should be able to rationalise this and know that obviously it is not the police knocking at my door however, how can I because as far as I was concerned they should never have been at my door ever but they were?”
The only two things that I try to take as positives (if they can be called that) are that I had 18 character references from people who knew me well and a couple of people laughed when I told them what was going on as they would describe me as the least likely person to get in trouble with the police. I’m also pleased for the way I dealt with the prosecuting barrister. I am a very anxious person who struggles with giving presentations at work, let alone being in court but somehow I pulled it out of the bag, managed to be very on the ball, not lose my trail of thought at all and showed how ridiculous his suggestions were. He ended up flustered and court took a break.
Aarg, crying as I typed this. It’s opened a can of worms.