I have such trouble with my tears. Three years ago, my father tried to use the fact that my mother's 60th birthday brought sorrow as a manipulation tool to have me committed to a state hospital for the rest of my life. He brought police into it and had them come to my house, handcuff me and I was escorted into an ER, handcuffed, to be evaluated by my peers (I am a therapist, also). While there were other factors he tried to play into this (he also said that I was Wiccan, practiced witchcraft and believed in God), the overwhelming reason he gave for attempting to have me committed was because I still cry that she is gone. Before you try to justify his actions and say he was concerned about me and had my best interests in mind, I might mention that his actions were related to my attempts to obtain a PFA (Protection From Abuse) against an ex-boyfriend that he liked. Since the judge granted me a 3-year PFA (six months is hard to even get), earlier the same day, my father's actions had nothing to do with concern for me. At any rate, I have cried a bit this week with her birthday, yesterday (January also marked the 20-year anniversary of her murder) and it still terrifies me when I cry because it seems an acceptable reason/excuse for harassment...
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