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In my 30s I cry at anything and everything – the science behind why we sob

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Kasia Delgado will cry at anything from the BA flight safety video to the mention of E.T., but are all the tears really helping her at all?

It was when I burst into tears during the British Airways safety instruction video, that I started wondering how I had become such a cry-baby. I wasn’t shedding tears out of fear – I’m fine on planes – but out of being moved by the way the air stewardess earnestly says “thank you for your attention” and the care with which a kind-looking woman puts her oxygen mask on. It was embarrassing, not to mention disconcerting for the man next to me trying to enjoy his peanuts.

I thought about it again when the woman next to me in the cinema sobbed through Barbie. When my neighbour weeped during Clap for Carers. When my dad was moved to sobbing by a musical performance. And when my mum broke down at the mere mention of the film E.T.. My entire group of friends, and I, cried at Glastonbury at the sight of a man crying to Cat Stevens’s Father and Son with his adult children (it turned out it was the first song he taught his son on guitar and we cried even more after he told us that). I could cry now just thinking about it…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

But why all the tears? What is the point of them? What purpose do they serve and why are some of us drawn to them quicker than others? I’m keen to know, not least because of how much I spend on waterproof mascara.

For centuries crying has remained one of the more confusing and compelling mysteries of the human body. In Ancient Greece it was believed that the clay Prometheus had used when he fashioned man was not mixed with water, but with tears. In the Old Testament, weeping was a by-product of the heart and intestines breaking down. In the animal kingdom, it is only humans who produce emotional tears. Other animals howl when they’re in distress, but only humans weep with sorrow or joy.

Yet, there has for hundreds of years also been scientific doubt that crying has any real benefit beyond the physiological – tears lubricate the eyes, that’s it. Charles Darwin, who transformed the way we understand the natural world, said that human tears were “purposeless.” Of course, there is not a universal norm when it comes to frequency of tears: according to one study of more than 300 men and women conducted in the 80s at the University of Minnesota, women cry five times a month or so and men about once every four weeks. But why do we cry at all?

Professor Ad Vingerhoets, a clinical psychologist and one of the few world experts on human tears, has spent two decades trying to prove that Darwin was wrong and tears are not “purposeless”. “For me as a scientist, that’s quite a challenge,” he laughs. It was at a party in the late 80s, Vingerhoets had just finished his thesis on stress and a guest came up to him and asked: “Is crying actually healthy? I read it everywhere, but what is its scientific status?”

Vingerhoets realised he had no idea. “I said I would look into the scientific literature on it,” he tells me, “but there wasn’t much. Then, I happened to be watching a 70s B-movie about a teenage girl with cancer whose dying wish is to go to the White House. In the end she gets her wish. I started to cry, and was completely surprised by it. What the hell was going on in my eye? Why is my body aware of something that I’m not consciously aware of? That’s a fascinating thing that’s just happened.” Are tears then merely an emotional reflex?

Social bonding

Vingerhoets has over the years built up a body of evidence in support of a few theories of why we cry, one being that tears trigger social bonding and human connection. His studies have shown that people are more likely to help a person with visible tears, than the same person without tears. “This is because people perceive tearful individuals as more helpless and in need of support,” he says, “tears make observers feel more connected with the crying individual.”

When people see others cry, they recognise it clearly as a reliable sign of sadness or distress, in a way that is more convincing than words, and that this typically results in feelings of connectedness and responses of sympathy and a willingness to help from others. “Tears show others that we’re vulnerable – and vulnerability is crucial to human connection,” he says.

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In Ancient Greece it was believed that the clay Prometheus had used when he fashioned man was not mixed with water, but with tears (Photo: Klaus Vedfelt/Getty)

Take the exchange between the robot Terminator and human John Connor in the 1991 film Terminator 2: Judgment Day. The robotic assassin asks: “why do you cry?” John Connor replies: “I don’t know. We just cry. You know. When it hurts.” To which the Terminator says: “Pain causes it?”. Connor: “It’s when there’s nothing wrong with you, but you hurt anyways. You get it?”

Michael Trimble, a professor at the Institute of Neurology in London, writes, in his book Why Humans Like to Cry: “Our ability to feel empathy and with that to cry tears, is the foundation of a morality and culture which is exclusively human.” He points to infants crying because otherwise they are unlikely to get the attention they need to survive. After all, the first thing they do when they enter the world is bawl to signal they are alive and healthy.

“Yet as we get older,” says Trimble, “crying becomes a tool of our social repertory: grief and joy, shame and pride, fear and manipulation.” For better and worse, tears have social power. At the cinema, we cry more if the friend sitting next to us does. In Ancient Greek courts, weeping wives were often brought forward to try to sway a jury in favour of husbands on trial. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Solo sobbing

Yet, if crying has such an important social function, why do humans do so much crying alone, or sometimes attempt to conceal it? “We found that most crying occurs between let’s 6pm and 11pm,” says Vingerhoets, “Usually at home alone, or with the people we expect comfort and advice from, like close friends or romantic partners. We also noticed in our studies that in the evenings there was often a kind of delayed crying to something that happened earlier in the day. People suppressed their tears over, say, a work situation, and then went home and cried later.”

This is where crying gets complicated, because while crying with others can be a crucial point of human connection, social responses to crying can vary, and therefore the crier might choose to change their behaviour. Reactions to public crying, says Vingerhoets, can vary according to factors like gender, culture and social context. For example, crying in an intimate setting is more likely to be viewed sympathetically than crying at work, which can spark a negative response in others. As a result, people attempt to control their crying accordingly. Hence the delayed solo crying over work stress.

So back to the question Vingerhoets was asked in the first place: “Is crying healthy?” In his 2015 ‘Sad Movie’ psychological study, he and his colleagues recorded hundreds of people’s emotions after watching an emotional film which made them cry. They immediately felt worse, but then their mood improved 20 minutes later and then by 90 minutes later, their mood was better than it had been before the sad film. It is possible that crying really is about catharsis and the purging of negative emotions, which might otherwise be left to simmer.

The writers of Greek tragedies were conscious of the pleasure that crying in response to drama can bring, and Hollywood filmmakers, TV writers and playwrights are certainly aware of this too when they make tear-jerkers. In 2016, a production of Federico Garcia Lorca’s tragic play Yerma starring Billie Piper was so moving that when the curtain fell at the end, the lights came up to reveal almost everyone in the audience sat in their seats crying. I doubt I’ll ever forget the play, or the power of the tears in that one space.

Yet, if crying is a part of human bonding, what does that mean for people who don’t, or can’t, cry? “I had a woman get in touch with me to tell me she had not cried in 22 years, since she experienced a stillbirth,” says Vingerhoets. “That traumatic experience discontinued her crying. I asked her whether she minded not crying. She said that for her it’s not a problem, but when in the family something tragic happens and everybody is crying and she doesn’t show emotion or cry, people don’t like it and are wary of her.”

Vingerhoets and Trimble did a study together of 50 people who reportedly had not cried in 50 years or more, and compared them to a group of “normal” criers. “We didn’t find a difference in their health,” he says, “but we found the criers felt more connected with others, that they were more empathetic, and they received more support from others.”

Another study showed similar results, when clinical psychologist Cord Benecke, a professor at the University of Kassel in Germany, conducted therapy-style interviews with 120 people and looked to see if people who didn’t cry were different from those who did. Benecke found that non-crying people had a tendency to withdraw and described their relationships as less connected. They also experienced more negative aggressive feelings, like rage, anger and disgust.

So criers might have an easier time bonding with people – but why do some people – like me – become bigger criers as they get older? Vingerhoets says it’s shifting hormones, biology, genes, more life experience, more memories to draw on, a greater sense of the fragility of human existence, more appreciation for joy and lots more potential factors.

Vingerhoets, now an Emeritus Professor, has himself become more emotional over the last few years. He is particularly moved when he witnesses acts of kindness. “Often when we have children, grandchildren or younger relatives, we are aware we’ve passed on our genes,” he says.

“What’s going on in the world, therefore becomes more important for those genes, especially acts of altruism. A good, positive world becomes increasingly important to us. We develop as humans from very egocentric babies who shed tears for their own needs, and as people get older they tend to be more empathic and involved with family and friends. A lot of people as they age are more easily moved by other people’s suffering, and other people’s joy.” There is, essentially, more to cry about, both good and bad.

While modern crying research is still in its infancy, the evidence points to tears being far more important and complicated than scientists, Darwin in particular, once believed. “Tears are of extreme relevance for human nature,” says Vingerhoets. “We cry because we need other people.” We cry, therefore we are.

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Man Drugs 2-Year-Old Baby With Cocaine So He Can Abuse Her While The Mom Lets Him –

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Cases of abuse against children seem to be more common but are no less shocking despite their regularity.

Recently, a shocking case of child abuse came to light for law enforcement in Madison County, Illinois when a two-year-old was taken for medical help by her mother.

Staff at the medical facility immediately identified abuse against the child and called in law enforcement to investigate further.

The shocking details of the case came to the attention of the public when they were released after the child’s mother, Lacey Take and her partner, Matthew Miller appeared in court…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The details of the case are shocking and reveal the lack of care for her daughter from 31-year-old Take and the depravity of 40-year-old Miller.

The case against the two detailed the two-year-old was assaulted by Miller on at least two occasions on July 10th and 23rd.

Authorities believe Take knew her daughter had been sexually assaulted by Miller, but she failed to inform law enforcement or medical professionals of the abuse.

It is believed the mother of the child continued to leave Miller alone with her daughter despite the abuse she had already suffered.

Court papers reveal the shocking events of the two weeks endured by the infant who has been taken to Cardinal Glennon Children’s Hospital where she is undergoing treatment. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Police believe the couple was using cocaine prior to the abuse of the two-year-old with reports stating the drug was used to subdue the child during the periods of abuse.

Miller is accused of sexually assaulting the child and biting her during the attacks which police believe took place two weeks apart.

When medical assistance was finally sought for the child following the second assault that took place on June 23rd, medical staff at Anderson Hospital, Troy, Illinois called in police because they suspected abuse had taken place.

Police reports show medical staff identified human bites covering the body of the two-year-old, including those identified on her leg, foot, and hand.

Appearing in court, the couple were charged with a range of crimes including three charges of sexual assault and four of aggravated battery for Matthew Miller.

Police do not believe Lacey Take took part in the sexual abuse of her daughter but they do agree she was complicit in knowing the abuse was ongoing and failed to act in the interests of the child.

Take was eventually charged with two counts of child endangerment and permitting sexual abuse of a child.

The seriousness of the crimes committed by Take and Miller was shown in the high level of bail set at $1 million for Miller and $500,000 for Take.

 

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Sabrina, a 25-year-old archaeologist, had roamed the globe uncovering ancient secrets and braving forgotten ruins. Yet, no matter where she went, her thoughts always drifted back to Franklin, her partner. Franklin, a 30-year-old history professor, had entered her life under the dim lights of a museum, their shared curiosity sparking an undeniable connection. When Franklin proposed during a candlelit rooftop dinner in his classic apartment, Sabrina’s joy was immediate and overwhelming. She said yes without hesitation, and as Franklin slid the ring onto her finger, their embrace marked the intertwining of two lives…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Eager to introduce Franklin to her mother, Veronica, Sabrina drove with him to her childhood home in the countryside. The house, framed by a rose-covered fence and surrounded by fields and forests, felt like a world apart from their busy lives. When Veronica opened the door, her eyes studied Franklin with fleeting recognition.

“He looks so much like Francis,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something Sabrina couldn’t place.

“Who’s Francis, Mom?” Sabrina asked, puzzled.

Veronica hesitated before replying, “An old friend of mine.”

Sabrina sensed something odd but brushed it off, thinking her mother’s reaction was just nerves. What she didn’t realize was that her mother’s past was about to cast a long shadow over their future.


In the early days of their new life together, Sabrina, Franklin, and Veronica filled their home with laughter and warmth. They gathered around the dining table, shared meals, and reminisced over Sabrina’s childhood. Franklin quickly became part of the family, and Veronica’s initial reserve melted into genuine affection for her future son-in-law.

One evening, as Sabrina flipped through old photo albums, her phone rang. The urgency in her voice cut through the cozy atmosphere as she learned of a week-long assignment in Egypt. Excitement sparkled in her eyes as she hugged Franklin goodbye.

“I’ll be back soon. Wait for me,” she whispered.

Franklin’s smile was soft but sincere. “I’ll wait for you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

With Sabrina away, Veronica and Franklin spent more time together. Meals carried a nostalgic flavor for Franklin, as though he had tasted them before. Evenings turned into chess games, a ritual they both enjoyed. Veronica began noticing uncanny similarities between Franklin and Francis, her lost love from years ago—his subtle habits, the way he sipped his tea, his laughter, and his strategic moves on the chessboard. It became harder to dismiss the notion that these similarities were more than coincidence.

One evening, as they prepared dinner, Franklin accidentally cut his palm. Veronica swiftly grabbed a first-aid kit, but as she bandaged his hand, her breath caught. A small scar on his palm mirrored one Francis had from a childhood accident. Veronica’s hands trembled as she retrieved an old photograph of herself and Francis and handed it to Franklin.

Franklin’s gaze locked onto the photo. A wave of dizziness struck him as memories once murky began to crystallize. Faces, places, and moments he had forgotten surged forward. His past, a puzzle missing critical pieces, now began to make sense. Veronica, too, saw the truth as the puzzle pieces aligned.


Sabrina returned home eager to reunite with Franklin, but unease crept in as her neighbor, Delilah, mentioned seeing Franklin and Veronica unusually close, even dancing together in the living room. Entering the house, Sabrina’s heart sank at the sight of Franklin and Veronica locked in an intimate embrace.

“What is going on here?” Sabrina choked out, tears springing to her eyes. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Veronica and Franklin exchanged heavy glances, their faces etched with guilt and sorrow. Veronica took a shaky breath.

“Sabrina, there’s something you need to know,” Veronica began. “Franklin isn’t who you think he is. He’s actually Francis—your biological father.”

The words hit Sabrina like a punch. Her mind raced, struggling to process the revelation. Franklin stepped forward, his voice trembling.

“It’s true,” he confessed. “When I was with Veronica, fragments of my memories returned. I was Francis, deeply in love with her, but I lost those memories after a lightning strike. I didn’t age, and I became someone else—Franklin. I had no idea I had a daughter, no idea about my past until now.”


On a stormy afternoon years ago, Francis and Veronica had a heated argument. In a moment of fury, Francis stormed out into the tempest. Lightning struck him, erasing his memories and halting his aging. He wandered into a new city, unaware of the family he had left behind. It was only after reconnecting with Veronica and Sabrina that his memories resurfaced.

Sabrina’s world crumbled. The man she had loved and planned to marry was her biological father. Overwhelmed, she fled into the torrential rain, desperate to escape the unbearable truth.


Veronica and Franklin raced after her, calling her name through the storm. Near the edge of the forest, they found Sabrina beneath a tree, shivering and drenched. Veronica sprinted to her daughter, but Sabrina shrank back.

“Why has everything turned out like this?” Sabrina sobbed.

Veronica, tears streaming down her face, took Sabrina’s trembling hand. “I’m so sorry, my dear. I never knew Francis was alive. I never wanted this to happen.”

Suddenly, lightning tore through the sky. Franklin lunged forward, pulling Sabrina out of harm’s way. The lightning struck him, and he collapsed. Veronica rushed to his side but slipped and hit her head, losing consciousness.


At the hospital, the doctors revealed that Franklin had survived, but the lightning had triggered a change—he was aging normally again. Gray streaks appeared in his hair, and wrinkles lined his face. As Franklin and Veronica regained consciousness, the family embraced, their tears mingling with relief.

Despite the pain, Sabrina began to accept the truth of her origins. Conversations with Veronica helped mend their fractured relationship. She came to see Franklin’s love for her as her father, not a mistake, and found forgiveness in her heart.

Ten years later, Sabrina had become a renowned archaeologist, her life filled with adventures and discoveries across the globe. Through it all, she carried a profound peace, knowing that love and forgiveness had been the cornerstones of her healing and growth.

 

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A Poor Cleaner Stole Her Boss’s Used Condom, What She Did with it, left everyone In Shock –

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At 25, McKenzie, a graduate of a prestigious school, had no interest in hard work or gradual success. Instead, she dreamed of luxury and opulence, believing the quickest path to it was landing a wealthy man. While her classmates built careers, McKenzie hunted for rich men, but none met her high standards.

One day, while in Times Square, her eyes landed on Vincent’s image on a huge billboard. Vincent, in his 40s, was the owner of a renowned private bank. McKenzie’s eyes sparkled with opportunity. She soon learned that Vincent needed a housekeeper for his grand estate. Wasting no time, she applied for the position and was hired. McKenzie’s plan was clear: get close to Vincent, seduce him, and secure the luxurious life she craved…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

One evening, as Vincent showered, McKenzie explored his bedroom. Her eyes fell on a used condom in the trash. An impulsive idea struck her. She took it, intending to get pregnant and bind Vincent to her. McKenzie hadn’t considered the true cost of her reckless gamble.

After successfully becoming pregnant, McKenzie quit her job, eager to start her new life with the twins she believed were Vincent’s. She spent months meticulously planning her next steps—giving birth and confronting Vincent to demand his support. Convinced that presenting the children would force him to accept her and elevate her into his high society world, she waited for the perfect moment.

When the twins were born, McKenzie, fueled by excitement and confidence, brought them to Vincent’s home. She demanded that he acknowledge the children and provide financial support. Vincent, taken aback, clearly remembered never having an intimate relationship with her. Realizing McKenzie’s deception, he promptly ordered her to leave his home.

Furious and determined to exact revenge, McKenzie devised a dramatic scheme. She sought not just financial support but public retribution. She returned to Vincent’s bank, bringing the children with her. In the lobby, she caused a commotion by projecting fabricated images onto a large screen—doctored photos of intimate moments between her and Vincent. The provocative visuals quickly drew a crowd. People gossiped, filmed, and shared the footage on social media.

Amid the chaos, McKenzie accused Vincent of seduction and abandonment, claiming he had fathered her children. The video spread rapidly, becoming one of the most infamous scandals of the time. The fallout was severe. Vincent faced immense public pressure. His reputation crumbled, clients withdrew their money, and business partners severed ties with his bank. The financial losses escalated, and Vincent knew he needed to resolve the situation swiftly to save his career.

McKenzie was relentless, taking Vincent to court and demanding child support for the twins. She believed her fabricated evidence and story of being a single mother abandoned by a wealthy man would secure her victory. Vincent, however, remained quiet, watching her drama unfold.

At the trial, when the judge ordered a DNA test, McKenzie eagerly agreed, confident it would confirm Vincent’s paternity. She thought her fabricated evidence would shield her from the truth. But when the DNA results were revealed, McKenzie was struck dumb—the test confirmed that Vincent was not the father of the twins.

Shock and panic swept over McKenzie. In her desperation, she blurted out a confession she had never intended to make: “That’s impossible! These kids have to be his! I took his used condom to get pregnant!” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The courtroom fell silent in disbelief. Vincent, who had been observing calmly, burst into laughter. This was the moment he had been waiting for. McKenzie’s scheme unraveled before the entire court. Her reckless and manipulative plot had backfired spectacularly.

Vincent stood and addressed the judge with calm authority. “Your Honor, the night McKenzie claims to have stolen my used condom, I wasn’t even home. I was hosting a party but left early due to an emergency at the bank. I didn’t return until the next morning.”

McKenzie’s face drained of color. She stammered, “Then whose condom was it?”

Vincent smiled, his eyes glancing toward the courtroom doors. “It belonged to Sawyer, my gardener.”

At that moment, Sawyer, Vincent’s former gardener, entered the courtroom. It was revealed that during Vincent’s absence, Sawyer had been sneaking into the house and using it as his own. The condom McKenzie had taken was not Vincent’s but Sawyer’s.

Vincent presented additional evidence, including a DNA test confirming Sawyer was the father of the twins. He accused McKenzie of fabricating her story, defaming him, and attempting to extort money. The judge, having heard the full truth, delivered a verdict: McKenzie was found guilty of defamation, fraud, and orchestrating a scandal to extort Vincent.

McKenzie was sentenced to prison and held responsible for raising the two children. Her screams of denial echoed through the courtroom as the reality of her downfall set in.

Vincent, having won the case, restored his reputation and salvaged his career. Despite the temporary setbacks, he successfully defended himself against McKenzie’s deceitful scheme. McKenzie, once a young woman seeking a shortcut to luxury, learned the harsh lesson that shortcuts and deceit only lead to painful consequences.

 

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