It has changed him a lot. He's been doing it for 20 years now, and he has become much more serious and, kind of, quieter, than he was before. He doesn't seem to have such a spring in his step as the years have gone by. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't wrecked him, but in the course of prosecuting a paedophile (for example) he has to examine ALL the evidence - oftentimes which involves watching videos of the crimes, seeing photos, always interviewing the victim if they are still alive - and interviewing a 2-year-old about her father regularly raping her (for example) is NOT pretty - and there's worse that I can't even begin to guess at.
I went to visit him in the office after-hours once, and I overhead him on the phone to the police commissioner, discussing a police officer
he was prosecuting, who had been accused of raping a three- and two-year-old regularly over a period of 12 months. I almost died, but that's my brother's daily life.
Mum asked him once a few years ago if he thought he might need some counselling, because of the things he has seen and gone through, and he agreed that he was sure he needed counselling, but he didn't think he could cope with going through it all again, when he thought he had it pretty much nicely buried somewhere deep inside where he locks away all of the terrible things he's seen.
I can't tell you the respect I have for him - he is widely respected in our city as a lawyer, but as a person, I know of nobody I look up to more. In fact, when I was very young, I wasn't able to put into words how it felt to respect someone until I realised that was the feeling I got every time I thought of my brother. And that hasn't changed. He's my hero, and not just mine, but all the innocent little victims and families he has helped feel the same way.
But I agree, Telynn, I couldn't do it either. That's why I'm glad we have people like him.