Have you cried in an unlikely public place?

Question

I did tonight and had to step into an aisle to keep people from seeing. Now I just feel drained!

Answer 1

When I was 9 years old, my grandfather died. Actually, he was a very hated man. He was abusive to the entire family during his adult life. As my dad and I were approaching the gravesite for the lowering of the casket, he whispered in my ear, "you dang well better not cry". As the casket was finally being lowered, I burst out in uncontrollable tears. Though I myself disliked the man, this was my first funeral. Upon my outburst, I was met with about 100 pairs of eyes shooting daggers at me. I thought for sure they were going to throw me in the hole too. I guess that experience is what taught me to stifle my tears as best as possible while at funerals. Geez, that was 45 years ago and this is the first time I've ever relayed the story. How cathartic.

Answer 2

On June 18, 2007, there was a fire at the Super Sofa Store here in Charleaston, SC. I am with American Red Cross and we were dispatched to the scene to help the other firemen and police officers. I was there when they removed the 9 bodies of the firemen who parished in the fire. Everytime I saw/see the memorial I cry. I couldn't look at the flowers, crosses, pictures people were leaving because i fell apart and needed to be strong for the other firemen and police. Yesterday, we got a little lost going to a doctors appointment and passed the site again, I cried looking at the building and the makeshift memorial to our fallen firemen.
I also cry when someting wonderful happens as well as profound sadness. I have cried looking at people and their homes that were destroyed by disasters

I cried at ground zero in NY after 9/11 realizing how many souls were trapped in that building, the absolute terror they felt. I cried when tiny bits of DNA were identified and when we had to inform families of their "lost" family member. I cried for all the losses and for all the survivors, I cried because of the devastation and what it did to me psycholgically, mentally and physically and the exhaustion and lack of sleep, for all the families who were in total shock and disbelief. I cried because these people woke up that morning and did the usual routine the same old same old and it was the last day of their life or the last morning it would ever be "normal" again.. I cried because my beloved USA was vulnerable, we were no longer safe, we were under attack, I knew we would go to war and out beloved family members would be lost. More husbands, wives, sons, daughters, cousins, aunts and uncles would have to sacrifice their lives for us.

Answer 3

On several occasions that I can recall. Yes it is draining but also a relief and I usually feel much better afterwards. Used to watch a show that made me cry every sunday nite and my husband could not understand why I kept watching it if it made me do that. Men just dont get it. I felt so good after I got it out. Holding stuff in is what hurts me the worst. Hope you feel better soon.((hug))

Answer 4

ONe time in my life, like a fool! Last year, at the busiest auto show in Las VEgas, was a vendor, very popular booth, surrounded by at least 50 people, giving a demonstration, my cell rang, excused myself and answered (bad idea), found out my dear Bradley, Poodle pet of 11 years, had just died on the operating table of stomach torsion... no matter how hard I tried, I could not stop crying, had to excuse myself, I felt like an idiot, but I loved that damned dog so much! I had just left him in the care of a dear friend, and within hours, the dog was dead..no one's fault, for all deep chested dogs are in danger of this at any time...but ..... well, it was awful. Took me a full hour to get myself under control...I think that somehow, somewhere, I may be the biggest foolish man in the world. But, you asked, and I told. There will never be another dog like my Bradley. He was with me during some of the worst times of my life, knew when I was really depressed, would come and jump on the bed, nuzzle up to me, the whole nine yards! Loss sucks, no matter who or what it is...it just sucks! Goldwing

Answer 5

I am so sorry. What happend to make you so sad? You must have been holding in some pain for a while and letting go has left you feeling weak. I hope that you are at home now. Take care and pamper yourself. Get some comfort food and find a good movie to watch. Or take some meds and just go to bed early. Tommorrow you will feel better. Sometimes we need to let go. You can borrow my motto tonight..When Life Is Too Tough, Roll With It Baby...that is my theme song.

Answer 6

I cried at work the other day ... it was difficult, since I'm a receptionist. I was in a blue mood to begin with, and one of the patients was angry at the doctor and took it out on me, and it just hit me the wrong way. I tried to recover, but went on to check in the next patient and was still crying. Thankfully, he ignored it! It was really weird to be crying and trying to act like I wasn't.

Another time at work, one of the nurses shot me with a huge rubber band from about 20 feet away, hit me in the face near my eye. The waiting room was almost empty except for three elderly people. I yelled "S**T!!" at the top of my lungs, from pain and suprise ... and burst into tears from embarrassment. I got the rubber band, though, and got him back several times over the next few weeks.

Answer 7

Yes, on a public bus. It was almost a year after my Dad died and without realizing it I had never allowed myself to truly and openly grieve; having had to take on the full responsibility of his burial etc. when my mother could not handle it.

I was on my way to work and with no warning I just fell apart on the bus! At first didn't even know why!...but as the tears flowed it was became obvious to me what the problem was.

People just stared at me!

Answer 8

Yes, I went to a Veterans Day program at the grade school to honor our Veterans and there was a guy sitting next to me that served in the Vietnam War. While they were explaining to the children about the different wars this guy was crying, I was really trying to hold it in but got to thinking about my relatives I've lost to the war and I let it out!! My mom was on the other side of me and couldn't hear the guy next to me and she looked at me like I'd lost it. It was a very emotional experience!!

Answer 9

I cried at work once and had to go into the back room. Unfortunately there were one or two others in there too.
I cried another time at work, but that was tears of joy because my lost dog had been found.

Answer 10

I cry at school all the time (I teach jr. high special ed.) It's a truly stressful job and on top of my menopause, sheesh, I tease my aide that she may find me hanging from the ceiling fan one morning. I have reallly tough kids, demanding parents and am under tons of stress to make sure all the tons of paperwork is always perfect.