^ Similar here. A transport policewoman 'rescued' me and took me to an office when I found myself at Charing Cross underground station just as the marathon finished, several years ago [VERY bad planning on my part, I just hadn't realised!] and I couldn't handle the crowds at all - was standing in frozen panic by the stairs and a policeman alerted his female colleague to see if I was ok. She sat with me for a while in the office until things quietened down a bit, and talked with me a bit, then led me through to a less busy tube line for a different route. And I got home safely.
But male police, particularly, I have difficulties with seeing around. Partly because of my father saying that they've come to take me away every time he heard a siren, when I was a child. But also because when I went to a friend's flat to teach a yoga class once, it was a policeman standing guard because there had been a break-in and the whole situation added on more to my PTSD stuff.
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