The Musings of a Muse

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Consolation

I come from a home where men don’t cry.

They just don’t.

And, unfairly I admit, I have come to be accustomed to this trend to the extent that the sight of a man who is crying makes me uncomfortable. Even the sound of pain in the voice of a man unsettles me. I don’t think of him as weak. I know better than that. I just have a hard time offering consolation to a man. I just don’t know how.

So when I spoke to my friend BSE (short for Bus Station Eric…loooong story) yesterday, I found myself feeling very uncomfortable as he courageously tried to relay to me the devastation in Louisiana as a result of Hurricane Katrina. BSE is from Baton Rouge but has family in NO…many of whom he has not heard from since the hurricane hit. And it’s hard to hear a grown man try to explain what has happened…try to capture the essence of the destruction and his personal struggles…when the words will not come. “It’s real bad, man. Real bad.”

And as I look at the pictures from Katrina, and as more information starts to roll in regarding the destruction—the number of months it will take for people to return home, the amount of people who are homeless, the costs to repair and reconstruct entire cities, the miles of shore line that have disappeared—I find it all too reimnicent to 9-11 and have to turn off the reports to maintain my sanity.

I remember seeing news reports on September 11, 2001, and thinking how it all looked like a movie. I kept saying…”you’re joking, right. This isn’t real.” And it didn’t feel real until I started to see the faces of people who were there, who had lived through it…until I saw tears in the eyes of grown men, that I could feel the pain too. And it was awful. The desperation and hopelessness was crushing my spirit. I watched for days, glued to my tv, not leaving the house, not changing clothes, barely eating, just affixed to the tv, taken in and swallowed by the catastrophic calamity that had befallen the city of New York. When the Tsunami hit, and wiped out entire villages of people, over 200,000 lives, I was pained…but not like this. I keep wondering why Katrina has hit me so hard. Maybe it’s because I can see with my eyes the effects of the disaster. I see the displaced families in the Atlanta hotels, 10-12 people piled into mini-vans with minimal belongings. I have heard them say they are running out of money. They don’t know when they can go home. They’re not sure, with gas prices about to skyrocket, IF they can get home.

My mom and I were watching the news on Monday and she was wondering why everyone didn’t evacuate.

“Evacuate to where, Mom? Most of the people there are poor, elderly…all their family is in the region. Where will they go? And what will they have to come back to?” This hurricane has destroyed more than a football stadium and a few casinos. It has changed an entire financial infrastructure of a region. It has ripped apart families and created a sense of hopelessness and desperation that no one should endure. My heart is heavy and full. And unfortunately, as a 26 year-old single mom, all I have to give are prayers. And now my inability to give back is absorbing the hopelessness.

I don’t know how to manage men who cry. I feel like I should embrace them and turn my back at the same time, to give them privacy. I wish I knew how. I saw and know some men who could use more than a little encouragement these days. Since there are women, like me, who expect them to be strong, the least I could do is learn how to prepare them for the challenges ahead, the struggles yet to come.

I wish I knew how to comfort a man. But unfortunately, I just don’t know how. I. just. don’t.

10 Comments:

  • At Wed Aug 31, 06:32:00 PM, Blogger Felicite said…

    If a man cries in front of me (and they usually do because I am always saying "It's ok to cry if your a man") I usually comfort them but then resent them for it. I cry every other day. I need someone stronger than me.

     
  • At Wed Aug 31, 11:38:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I think sometimes the best thing to do when a man cries is to get out a tissue and cry with him...

     
  • At Thu Sep 01, 11:19:00 AM, Blogger Bullet Proof Diva said…

    You know, you make an excellent point. I never thought much about it, but it is hard to call. I know men differ, but generally speaking, I have no idea what the best route would be, space or console. Each time a man has revealed his soul to me, I always thank them though. However way he expressed his emotions, I just feel like I should thank him for dropping the tough shell, and just showing his human side.

     
  • At Thu Sep 01, 03:33:00 PM, Blogger Amadeo said…

    Don't feel bad...as a man I didn't know how to act the last times I did cry...rage feels good but it scares people...you just think, I can't break, I can't break.

     
  • At Fri Sep 02, 01:44:00 AM, Blogger Black Wombmyn Chat said…

    >I wish I knew how to comfort a man

    You seem like a powerful person--your unspoken compassion is probably very soothing in itself. There's nothing further that you need to do.

    Crying is simply a release of excess emotion. Just your being there--silently--is all that is required.

     
  • At Fri Sep 02, 03:59:00 AM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Most of the time it will suffice just to know that you care.

     
  • At Fri Sep 02, 11:47:00 PM, Blogger DJ Diva said…

    I just put my arms around them and stroke their back. Hugging is always good.

     
  • At Wed Sep 07, 04:35:00 AM, Blogger reef said…

    Once I found the woman that I truly love and want to be with to the end, it has been so easy and natural to expose that level of comfort to her. I never realized how beautifully simple it is to love someone, through all the little roadbumps that may present themselves. I hope that the same will happen to you when you find the one.

     
  • At Wed Sep 07, 02:57:00 PM, Blogger The Humanity Critic said…

    great post.

     
  • At Thu Sep 08, 09:33:00 PM, Blogger feels good b n FREE said…

    so true.

    a man crying,to me is
    refreshing and assuring
    but
    unnerving and unfamiliar

    wonderful post!

     

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