Tuesday, January 31, 2006

More ways to tell.


Sunday, I watched 4 hours of "Animal Cops Houston," the show about rescuing damaged and broken animals from neglect or abuse.

I am notorious for having an especially soft heart when it comes to the suffering of children and animals, I suppose mostly because they are generally helpless, and have limited ability to escape the abuse.

The worst I got was when my eyes teared up a little once, but no tears actually happened, nor did nose blowing occur. And a couple of times I tsk-ed, and said something like, "That's horrible. That poor horse!"

And then Monday, I successfully talked about how painful the beginning of 9/11 was for me, which is something I have never been able to do without bawling and/or saying," I'm sorry, I don't feel comfortable talking about this subject right now." My eyes did tear up a little at first, but I didn't get all choked up and distraught. I was merely saddened, and regretful.

I did tear up when watching Grey's Anatomy, when Meredith was having a panic attack and hyperventilating in the hospital closet, because I feel the same way sometimes, and I know how that particular flavor of pain doesn't seem to go away very easily. And yes, I did snuffle just enough that I needed to blow my nose one time.

I feel terribly successful for the baby steps.

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