I had a pretty tough childhood living in Bloemfontein, South Africa in the 90s. It was only a few years after the end of Apartheid and the release from prison of Nelson Mandela. White kids, myself and my sister included, became targets of abuse and bullying from other kids at my school and neigbourhood. And as a consequence I would often go home crying my eyes out!
But I think that toughened me over the years, and since coming to England I don't cry quite so much over things. I will get quite emotional at times, or sometimes resort to anger via frustration. But the only times I cry now is during the cold dark winter months (I suffer from SAD), and the depression that lingers during that time, especially these last few months during lockdown and being away from my g/f.
Apart from that, I am fairly resilient to a good old blub, even though inwardly I am emotionally upset. (Having said that I also cry when I see animal cruelty, or pets of friends having to be put to sleep
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