Oh god, I just remembered one if the few encounters I have had with the police.
I was renting a room with shared cooking and bathroom facilities (although not really a ‘houseshare’ situation).
A guy a few floors below me turned out to have been selling drugs. The police raided the house and everyone who happened to be in got driven to the police station as a formality.
That was me (had just got back from my job at a bank) and two young girls who were foreign masters students.
In the police station central area, in front of the front desk (and surrounded by police officers) a female police officer walked over to me and pulled my trousers open (away from my waist) so she could look down my trousers and at my underwear. No warning, no explanation – just assault basically.
When I protested in shock – ‘could you tell me what you are going to do before you do it’ she sneered and laughed at me. It was straight up abusive – in any other context is would have been sexual assault. I believe it was sexual assault.
I had asked to bring some books with me as I had an exam the next day. The female police officer behind the desk insisted on confiscating my glasses. When I asked why she said – “in case I tried to hurt myself”.
I was lectured that my liberty had been taken away and yes it’s not meant to be pleasant. (They all knew full well that I had no involvement in any crime and we’d all been taken in as a procedural formality – I’d been fully cooperative and friendly with everyone I met – there was zero reason for any of their behaviour).
It was over 10 years ago so I expect too late to complain now. This was all done within the main part of the station so they were all complicit.