They say this is a male/female difference, and I guess it probably is, on average, but I’ve found that it goes both ways. Sure, my instinct to a crying woman is to ask “what’s wrong,” and then, if they are stupid enough to tell me, to proceed to try to fix the problem. But I have learned over the years to hold back my anxiety (I tend to assume that I am the cause of the problem), put my arm around her and let her cry. Turns out that a lot of the time, she doesn’t even know what’s wrong.
But I backslide. Earlier this week I picked up my wife to drive her home, and a few minutes later she was crying. Well, a crying woman is hard to take at anytime, but it’s worse in a car because you have to keep driving since, in our case, we had to pick up the kids before they turned into pumpkins.
So the old instinct came up: “What’s wrong.”
“The stress from work is getting to me…”
I started to ask another question, and then I realized what I was doing, so I shut up, and tried to put my glove on her glove every once in a while when I could spare a hand. God is it hard to stop yourself from working on a problem.
A day or so later, we actually discussed it during counselling a little. We heard her talk about what work is stressing her (she needs to do more work than anyone else), and, well, that was that. I encouraged her to take her boss’ offer to give her some help. She feels she’s letting down the team if she does take help. I swear, the woman is addicted to stress. Her choice, I guess. Although I suppose I could point out the effect it has on the rest of us.
I learned all this partly through experience with my wife and partly through reading. My wife didn’t know what was going on, either, at the beginning of our relationship. Gradually, she figured it out, and told me, in one way or another, to shut up. “Just hold me.” “Hold my hand.” “Hug me.” “Be patient.” “Sometimes I don’t know why I’m crying so it’s useless to interrogate me.”
So now I have a general rule of thumb, but here’s the irony. I my process of trying to be a sensitive man, and more importantly, since I’ve gotten sick, my emotions have wound their way to my sleeve. I get much sadder and more quickly sadder when I hear of someone in trouble compared to before. Now, the cycle has come around 180 degrees. I’m the one who just wants to be held or comforted, and she’s the one who wants to solve problems!