When I was growing up, I was always told not to be a crybaby. Boys don't cry. Just shut your mouth and stop your crying. Yet, I cried when I was teased and when I was physically abused at school and at home. Fastforward to 2 weeks ago, a friend of my father's had died. My father told me about it as he was crying, saying the man was his best friend. I asked how it happened and just listened. If he was expecting me to give him a hug or shoulder to cry on, it didn't happen. I just stood there. When my sister appeared, I went to get a soda. Given how self-centered my family is, as I seem to be here, it probably didn't dawn on him I was what he told me to be. I do cry under the circumstances I mentioned at the beginning of this posts, when I see children experiencing similar situations, but that's all or reading about someone dying what I call a "good death," i.e saving someone, but that's all. As they say, you reap what you sow.