A little success story to share. Considering, however, it's my insides, it's a large success story.
Among the hats I wear I'm a freelance photojournalist (minor income), much of it aviation-related. Post-9/11 I've encountered my share of burly, uniformed cops on power trips. And I've sometimes been threatened with detention for taking pictures in the "wrong" location – 1st Amendment notwithstanding - even as my guts were doing somersaults. (Court challenges to this abuse of authority are typically successful, but I haven't wanted to be a case).
Obviously, I've long had authority issues...abusive parental figures, my high school guidance counselor perp who used his authority to intimidate me and take advantage.
I got word of a private plane crash nearby, neither injuries nor fatalities, grabbed the press ID and hit the road. Police usually establish a perimeter with tape and the press is supposed to respect that. I parked on an adjacent street, followed a news truck's cabling through a back yard and jumped the fence outside a taped area. I'd inadvertently found myself between inside and outside perimeters and had no clue. I asked the officer if they had a tail number for the aircraft.
He was none too happy with me. Asked if I'd jumped the fence. Yes. He invoked the word "trespassing". Did I see the tape a block away. No. Have you got your shots. Yes. Etc., etc. I should have been shaking and breaking into a cold sweat. It ended with a thank you and I went on my way.
My victory is that I didn't have the somersaults in my gut. I didn't feel intimidated at all. And I got great shots.