"It's only allergies!" Nope. Nope it's not, it's crying, and that's totally okay. 

Why is the act of expressing emotion seen as something so shameful? Emotions are wired into our brains, they are a part of our physiology a way of processing the world and reflecting how it effects us. This "no-cry" sentiment is especially strong in men, who are often nurtured to think that crying is somehow wrong. As a way of busting this myth, these Redditors share their stories of crying out loud and proud... because there's no reason you should have to get dust in your eye that often. 

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I cried upon realizing I'm a kissless virgin who's never had any sort of intimate contact or any sort of actual relationship with a girl in years. Along with the fact that I'm sinking all my time and energy into a job that might not even be worth all that effort. I never really bothered to reflect on how I've been living my life for the last few months (letting my health deteriorate as well) until a random elderly lady in the street struck up a conversation with me, and asked why I looked so aloof and if everything was okay. Something snapped inside of me at that point and I broke down crying in front of her.

These last few weeks I've been on sick leave from work, and finally found the courage to make an appointment with a shrink to try and learn more about myself and how to avoid getting myself into this situation again.


When my dad ran over a baboon in a safari park. I still tear up thinking about it. 


Two years ago, I received a call from my dad that my mom had an aneurism while on vacation, was not expected to live, and I needed to get on a plane right away. It shook me to the core to hear my dad so confused and hurt, he was a lost child.

I cried in the terminal waiting for the plane.


Watching a video of a old guy being congratulated in an auditorium for saving a lot of people during WW2. Then, the speaker tells the audience to get up if they were saved by the old guy. A lot of people get up, and the old man gets really emotional. So did I.


My wife passed away from cancer last year, it's been about six months now. I still cry once in a while about that. I also cried when my three year old son needed to have his tonsils and adenoids removed, even with such a low risk surgery, after everything I had been through recently with losing my wife, it hit me hard.


The last time I cried was 2 years ago. In 11th grade, after a math exam. I was the best student in math in the entire school. The whole class got a 100, while I got a 79. All of them, that's right, every single one blatantly cheated in front of the teacher. They stole the questions and offered to give me the answers too, but I turned it down, thinking the teacher would deduct points from those who cheated. Sure enough, he did not. When I talked to him, he refused to acknowledge any kind of cheating and said that he wasn't going to change my score. I excused myself to the bathroom where I lost it and cried out of rage. 


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The night after my dad remarried the second time.

Some backstory, he and my mum split up when I was too young to remember, and my dad remarried when I was about 4 years old to a woman who didn't treat me or my siblings that well, and her kids weren't much better. So for about 10 years that whole situation was happening and was generally pretty horrible and emotionally taxing, then he finally splits up with her. 

But it never really felt like closure to me, more like I was kind of in the wake of it all. 

So about 4 years ago he starts seeing this new lady, she came out of a bad marriage as well so they both took it slow, and about 2 weeks ago they got married. And then it kind of all hit me that the whole fiasco with the step family I used to have was over and it wasn't going to happen again and that overtook me and I ended up crying in the middle of the night.


I cried during Interstellar, when Cooper was watching the tapes of Murph while she's growing up.


When my dog died. I had her since I was 8, and she passed away when I was 22.

She was a staple in my life: I fed her, played with her, brushed her when she needed it, bathed her, and took care of her when she had her first litter. She passed in her sleep which is some comfort, but it was way too sudden.


I had a nervous breakdown when it became apparent to me that I couldn't handle my depression and such on my own. It was a really bad week. A roommate spent the week sleeping in the hallway outside my door because she was convinced that my drinking was out of hand as a result, and she was going to have to roll me over on my side to prevent me from choking on puke.


The last time I cried was Friday. I came home from working up north to find my wife had moved out and taken our daughter.


Yesterday I found out that my grandpa who I haven't seen in 8 years (she moved to a different state) is on regular oxygen tanks due to smoking. I completely broke down over the phone as he lectured me about never smoking, "Don't do it, its not worth it. It might sound like something that won't effect you, but it will." I'm in year 12 this year and I'm probably not going to get to see him again in person due to school.


Last night, because I am not happy with where I am in life.


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My parents recently told me I had to give up my dog.

My father told me that, because my Mother no longer wanted to deal with the hair and dog smell, I had to give my dog of 15 years, to a person who lived two cities over.

I was trying to maintain a poker face when I was being told, but even at 23 year old, I started to choke up and had to go into the other room.

I sat cross-legged, hugging my dog in my lap, and cried harder then I ever have in my life. It didn't help that she was trying to lick my face to cheer me up...


When my daughter tried to hurt herself.


Last night. My Dad died 6 weeks ago.


I cried last week. I've had to take the last two weeks off from work to spend in the hospital with my father who had a heart attack then heart surgery, I moved recently for work and my young daughter asked me to move back because she misses me too much, and the second time I was supposed to fly home my grandfather died less than 12 hours before my flight. So now I'm taking another week off of work. What a month.


Fast 7, the feels were too high for any mortal.


The hug of the Mannis in GoT, got me a little teary.


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April 9, 2015. Yeah, it's been a while. My former girlfriend just came back from New York the previous day and I found out she fell in love with another guy she met on the subway there. She told me she didn't love me anymore and that I "loved" her too much.

We were together for about a year and were going to celebrate our anniversary on the 10th, the following day. I broke down and couldn't contain the pain. It was all I could do, just scream silently and question where everything went wrong. I knew for a fact I wasn't a bad boyfriend, and showed her the affection she deserved. She was my best friend, a partner I could see myself growing old with, screaming at kids to get off our lawn. Maybe I did love her too much, but I thought maybe at least her and I could work stuff out. She didn't want to.

The kicker here is, she wrote a love letter about the guy and what they did while she was there. The letter was published in an online magazine she writes for. It was beautiful, but so painful.


I'm not afraid to say it... the birth of my son.

Why? Happy tears.


In February when my grandpa died. He was very reserved and quiet, and so am I, so growing up we never talked much and I suppose the interest of getting to know each other faded. So I didn't cry because I missed him. I cried because I didn't feel much when he died, and he was my grandpa. I felt like it was a telltale sign that confirmed my suspicions of not being able to connect with people, and that this was only the beginning. It spooked me. So I cried.


I get misty eyed whenever there is a pet loss picture or any sad pet story. I love my dog.


Two weeks ago when my depression was pretty bad and I was getting over a girl while listening to Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead. Yeah, don't do that.


My deaf 5 year old son recently had a cochlear implant put in. We were warned by the surgeon not to expect much, as his inner ears were so malformed that conversation may be impossible, even in the best case. The implant went in on the side that was the least developed, leaving the better ear intact.

He spoke for the first time last weekend, and has spoken again since. They activate the implants next week.


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Yesterday. My best friend died two weeks ago. Now I cry EVERYDAY!


I'm on my way home from my last day in the military. Shedding a tear as I write this.


I suffer from depression and a few other fun brain things, and last year it got pretty extreme. There are times when I just break down on the way home from work or have to hide out in the bathroom for a few minutes to collect myself.


Les Miserables. It was playing in Sydney 3 weeks ago. The part where the priest says Jean Val Jean, that he has claimed his soul for god, or something similar to that.

And then again when he died. I swear, ninjas cutting up onions all over the place.


Saturday night. I was incredibly drunk and I don't know why I cried and nobody else does either.


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Last night. Wife is bedridden from multiple sclerosis. I was picking her up to transfer her to her wheelchair to take her back to the bathroom and I forgot to lock the damned wheelchair wheels and it shot out of the way and I dropped her to the floor. She's about 240, so transferring her is tough - picking her up off the floor by myself is REALLY tough. I'm trying hard to get stronger, but that's still a hell of a lift. So I got out the hoyer lift, got her up in that and started to head back to the bathroom. And the whole damned thing tipped over (as they're prone to do), dumping her on the floor AGAIN.

She wasn't hurt, and I finally got her transferred safely and back to the bathroom.

Then I sat in the other room and cried a little out of rage and frustration at our situation, MS in general, and my own weakness/stupidity. 


When my best friend left the country. It's gonna be years till I see him again.


A week ago when the doctors told us my wife had 6-12 months to live. And I had to talk to my 3 kids about it.

Stage 4 colon cancer. 


My childhood friend died in a motorcycle accident just days before our high school graduation. The school held a vigil the night he died and his entire family showed up to say a few words. When his grandpa went up to talk I began to cry like a baby because no grandfather should have to do something like that. His birthday would have been a few weeks ago.



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