Why don't some men feel? (a rant)
ForeverFighting
Registrant
I was at a meeting that dealt a little with psychology last week. There weren't too many of us--maybe 15. It was a meeting about feelings of worthlessness and a lot of the emotions we deal with around here and it involved audience participation, which I did. Every time I get in a group of people who stay away from emotional issues, I blurt out something. I made a comment about how we need to show compassion to others who we find may be going through difficult times. I won't bore you with the details, but the "moderator" said something like, "Um, OK. Anyone else." And yes, he was a man. It was a meeting that was important to me, but I wanted to get up and walk out right there.
I know from where I came, from a family of secretive "perfect" people. I've always been an emotional case, the artist, musician, but it drives me nuts how people can completely shut off everything and deny the existence of people who do feel. And especially people like those here, men who feel such pain. It's like, "Maybe if I ignore them, they'll go away."
As I get to know more about some of you and what you've been through, how hard you try to maintain some sort of normalcy in a world that has handed us anything but--It tears me up. And the fact that the perps of the world are so consumed with covering their own assets while we try to determine which memories were true, how much to remember, how much to feel, how much to hate, how to keep going to work every day without crying at our desks, how to concentrate on the mundane in order to not go insane--it makes me incredibly angry. And that's another feeling that I'm not seeing enough of out here, outside MS. I just wish I could fix it. For all of us. But that's not an option.
I'm just grieving for all of us today. And the fact that some men are so totally detached from any feelings or compassions whatsoever, as if these meetings were purely academic, when that is not what the source material intended at all, that really irritates me.
I know from where I came, from a family of secretive "perfect" people. I've always been an emotional case, the artist, musician, but it drives me nuts how people can completely shut off everything and deny the existence of people who do feel. And especially people like those here, men who feel such pain. It's like, "Maybe if I ignore them, they'll go away."
As I get to know more about some of you and what you've been through, how hard you try to maintain some sort of normalcy in a world that has handed us anything but--It tears me up. And the fact that the perps of the world are so consumed with covering their own assets while we try to determine which memories were true, how much to remember, how much to feel, how much to hate, how to keep going to work every day without crying at our desks, how to concentrate on the mundane in order to not go insane--it makes me incredibly angry. And that's another feeling that I'm not seeing enough of out here, outside MS. I just wish I could fix it. For all of us. But that's not an option.
I'm just grieving for all of us today. And the fact that some men are so totally detached from any feelings or compassions whatsoever, as if these meetings were purely academic, when that is not what the source material intended at all, that really irritates me.