Kevin Alexander
Well-known member
So here's the deal. I left the TV news business a year and a half ago, and at first was thankful to have a life again. Don't get me wrong. I love the craft. But I was also tired of being treated like a dog. Anyway... Earlier this year it finally caught up with me. I had basically been on a seven year adrenaline rush and then overnight... Nothing. I could actually stay home on a stormy night. I didn't have to worry about getting called out at 2:00AM anymore. I could eat my lunch in peace!
But when it caught up with me I realized that I had never dealt with much of the images I saw, the pain and chaos that I covered. At first it was the gruesome stuff that came back to me. I remembered specific faces, specific crime scenes. I couldn't sleep.
Then it turned into the stuff that was more psychological. Not so much gruesome images as much as just seeing people in pain, and the depravity of humanity. It was the 90 year old woman being put on a bus at the New Orleans airport going God knows where because the city was flooded after Katrina. Images of a ghost town with only a few types of people... Residents, criminals, first responders, and media from everywhere. There's just something strange about looking at a destroyed American city. It hasn't left me, and I doubt it will.
I could go on and on and on... But I wrote this to simply ask you guys... How do you deal with it?
Now that I'm on the outside it's almost unbearable. The average person living their daily life has no idea what happens right inside their own city. And I have realized even my closest friends and family have no idea what I really did on a daily basis. It's like having an alternate life that no one will ever really understand.
Sorry to vent so much... It's just therapeutic. I don't know if most people never think about this, or it's just that they never talk about this.
But dealing with everything that I've had to see... It's not something they taught me in journalism school. And it's not something anyone ever really talked about at the two shops I worked at.
And I really think it needs to be addressed.
But when it caught up with me I realized that I had never dealt with much of the images I saw, the pain and chaos that I covered. At first it was the gruesome stuff that came back to me. I remembered specific faces, specific crime scenes. I couldn't sleep.
Then it turned into the stuff that was more psychological. Not so much gruesome images as much as just seeing people in pain, and the depravity of humanity. It was the 90 year old woman being put on a bus at the New Orleans airport going God knows where because the city was flooded after Katrina. Images of a ghost town with only a few types of people... Residents, criminals, first responders, and media from everywhere. There's just something strange about looking at a destroyed American city. It hasn't left me, and I doubt it will.
I could go on and on and on... But I wrote this to simply ask you guys... How do you deal with it?
Now that I'm on the outside it's almost unbearable. The average person living their daily life has no idea what happens right inside their own city. And I have realized even my closest friends and family have no idea what I really did on a daily basis. It's like having an alternate life that no one will ever really understand.
Sorry to vent so much... It's just therapeutic. I don't know if most people never think about this, or it's just that they never talk about this.
But dealing with everything that I've had to see... It's not something they taught me in journalism school. And it's not something anyone ever really talked about at the two shops I worked at.
And I really think it needs to be addressed.