Crime Scene: True Stories
CRIME SCENE: True Stories from the Life of a Forensic Investigator
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‘Day after day my life was consumed by killings, distress and gruesome sights, each one adding another piece to an ever-growing mosaic that seemed to be made up of bloodied disposable gloves, plastic bags and human waste. My mind was becoming filled with these remnants, storing them for later …’ |
Eventually it became too much to bear. After years of long, lonely, exhausting days and nights, and the following a particularly harrowing high-profile case involving the disappearance of two young boys, Esther had a breakdown and was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. She was discharged from the police force hurt in the line of duty, and ultimately began a remarkable journey to recovery.
The book is Esther’s story. Powerful, moving and unforgettable. CRIME SCENE takes us inside the life of a forensic investigator, and reveals as never before the extraordinary demands and dangers of forensic work.
Read more about Crime Scene and Esther…….click here.

How annoying, I just spent 15 minutes or more commenting and …. it disappeared. So this one will be shorter.
I hope Esther is doing ok these days. I can’t imagine how difficult it is/was for her.
When I joined the job the word PTSD didn’t even exist and there was no support. Someone should have noticed that I had PTSD but….. that’s the way it was.
I didn’t even know what was wrong with me for a long time and some days, even now, I am angry at the department for destroying my life. Then there are days that I still grieve that job.
All these years later and I still struggle, it’s ridiculous.
I hope there is support for Police now and I hope Esther has some sense of peace.
“Choir practice” must have been never ending for a lot of us I’m sure.
Today, I hate the NSWP for what that job did to me. I hate the fact that there was nothing to support me (or anyone), there still isn’t to this day for my trauma. What did they even call PTSD back then, I don’t even remember what they called it. Did it have a name?
Excuse me if this sounds depressing. I’m venting.
Take care Esther.
And f^%€ you NSWP for no support then and now.