Babies do it. Little boys do it. Big girls apparently do it too. Crying. Short Story: My wife's a high school soccer coach. Girl gets hit hard. really hard, bruises etc etc.... and *cries*. Hmmm. I'm only talking about crying over physical pain, not emotional problems. I, like most grown-ups, (I would think), will take a big hit, a broken arm, a burn, a busted nut, what ever, and yell or cuss or grimace and groan, but not *CRY*. What's the deal with crying? Isn't it odd that children (and apparently teen age girls) do it, but somewhere along the line it is lost to adults? We replace it with other reactions? Again, I'm only talking about crying as a reaction to physical pain, not crying as a reaction to joy or emotional distress or weddings or the final episode of Friends.
Doc, A suggestion. Why not have your next promiscuous "Stick in the dick" recipient return the favor? TOUGH GUY?????
I know this year that when my football team lost its dynasty of 3 years, tears were shed in the locker room. And these are 200 and 300 lbs guys. girls are different, they cry about EVERYTHING, its annoying. Like crying when the graduate high school, or watching a sappy movie. Seriously, toughen up.
Doc I have coached girl's soccer for over 18 years. I've coached State Teams, Regional Teams, Club Teams, and Semi-Pro Teams. They all cry when they get hurt. Now, I will add, a lot of college coaches I know say that there is much less crying at their level. Although both of my daughters play college ball, and they would disagree with that idea. I have also been to several National Training Camps and I have never seen a woman cry at that level. But there were no major injuries either. The boys seem to quit crying at about U10. The girls about college, or never. There is no explanation except girls seem to not be embarrassed by crying. Does your wife do any ODP training or work with a Club in the area? If so, I might have met her. I didn't get to go to the NSCAA Convention this year, but there was an ODP session last year and I met a lot of female coaches that work in the ODP. Plus, I don't know if she runs any soccer camps, but I am holding a National Youth Course here in Lubbock in late May. This course is practically required to properly coach youth players. If she is interested, have her check either the USYSA page or the U.S.Soccer page. My contact information is there along with the dates.
Interesting. No, my wife coaches the JV at our tiny little high school. We don't let her out of town much. As to the 300lb footballers crying, thats EMOTIONAL not physical!
I cry every time I read through Politics and Religion. (And whenever I drop a valve seat in that little Columbo V-12)
I did shed a tear when I stubbed my bare toe on the corner of the bed on night..god that really hurt.."sniff"
I once had a motorcycle accident. My right femur was shattered mid thigh. The leg was then rotated around and twisted such that the jagged end of the bone was speared through the thigh muscle. My knee was upside down and the leg folded back over itself so that when I raised my head up to look down at it I found myself staring at the bottom of my foot laying on my chest. Then the large muscle that had the bone speared through it began to have violent spasms causing the bone to push further through the muscle and eventually peek out the side of my leg. Yes.... I had a more than a few tears running down my cheeks before that night ended in a morphine haze. Terry
When i was a kid and my father would hit me, i would start crying and he would either hit me again or offer another whack ("You want me to crack you in the mouth?") to get me to stop crying... That pretty much put an end to crying as a result of any physical pain incurred...
There's the exmple I was looking for. Semi-seriously, I wondered if enough pain really does causes tears, or does it just cause yelling and screaming and moaning and groaning in adults. I've broken 13 bones, mostly tossing scoots, never a tear (plenty of angst...) but nothing like Terry's story here. So maybe tears will come with enough pain?
Ahh **** man, thats bad. Im amazed that your open about it, and can refer back to it. A testiment to your courage maybe? I got hit a few times as a kid, ended up with a broken nose or 4 from my stepdad. 3 cracked ribs etc, countless black eyes.... I put a stop to it when i ran from home. And at that moment, i promised that my little ones would never feel the way i did that day.
Yeah, I used to get the old "Stop crying before I give you something to cry about!!" It never made any sense to me as a kid. Now I understand...
My girlfriend wanted to come and play paintball with me one weekend. I go occasionally with people from work, it keeps us from killing each other, so one trip she came. She got hit in the head with a paintball(headgear was on of course), she walked of the field, and cried for like 4 hours. She said it didn't hurt, just that she couldn't stop crying. She said that she enjoyed the experience and would never go again. I think that it must be a reaction in the brain, both a combination for the physical and the emotional. She was not hurt really, or traumatized, just pissed that she could not stop crying. I can't remember the last time that I cried because of pain, but I am sure enough would bring me to tears. Just my .02 Craig
Pain is a thing that comes in many flavors. Everyone has a different threshold of pain. I actually have a very high pain threshold. I have broken both ankles, both arms, several ribs, many fingers and toes, dislocated my shoulder (that REALLY hurt) and had abdominal surgury so pain and I are old friends. BMX bikes, snow skiing, water skiing and in general being a speed freak can take its toll. My first broken bone was at age 7 when I jumped off a swing set at the top of its travel on a dare. "I" was not a pansy by god! (stupid maybe.... but no pansy!) The only time I ever shed a tear from pain was the motorcycle accident. Just remembering that event for years afterward would give me queesy feelings. That was maddening, searing pain on a level where, more than once, I begged the EMT to end my life. At the point in time when it was happening, I would have welcomed death to make it stop. That sounds irrational because I realized at the time that my injuries were not mortal and I knew eventually the pain would stop. But there is a level of pain when rational thought stops. ALL thought stops. Nothing, NOTHING matters except making it stop. IF you have never been in that place, I truely hope you never are! Terry
Lord, have no mercy on the souls of those who rob children of their childhoods, but show mercy on the souls of those whom they showed no mercy upon. When I was a kid, "No more tears" meant something else altogether... J & J shampoo. "Parents" who hit their kids above the belt, without mercy, should be imprisoned, and be forced to wear "I beat my kid" uniforms... with details such as NNO's on the upper backside and a "snap" pajama-like bottom ...keep them alive... flay them - no anesthetic, no antibiotics - with reminders of "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger" playing through headphones on what's left of their ears and a rectally-inserted subwoofer playing "Who's crying now." After, all, they'll be loosened up quite a bit, and um, open to suggestion ...keep them alive... hell, even if they're not... off to the weight bench of nails. Hold on those straps nice and tight, *******, the full keg of beer will be landing shortly... from the prison roof. ...Dead or Alive... after a soak in hot tub filled with brine, burn them at the stake.
Wow Terry your posts really hit close to home with me. When I first read this thread I was thinking of my experience in a motorcycle accident which was very close to yours. I had an accident and woke up in the street and my right leg was spun around I was lying on my back and I remember looking at my left leg and seeing the toes facing up and on my right leg the toes facing down. I don't remember crying but I remember screaming and going in and out of consciousness and the EMT's saying my name over and over again and like you said just wanting to die so the pain would go away. Five or six hours later I got some morphine. To get back to the thread it seems that we cry more for emotional reasons, to get sympathy than for pain. For me I use anger as a release for pain.
