I don't like being around people who are crying, because it means something is very wrong. It scares me when anyone but me is doing the crying. I am so alone, so scared, and so self-absorbed most of the time that I nearly go into a panic when I hear someone crying, especially if it is someone I care about. I feel the need to help and comfort, while at the same time wishing I was a 1000 miles away.
While growing up, there were various instances in my life where I was told that I was 'uncaring' and occasionally, very harshly treated for it. I was undiagnosed, I had no idea what they were talking about most of the time. I lost most of my family and friends to them thinking I didn't care. Of course, the opposite was true, but it was true that I didn't express myself like NT's. This has been the hardest part of my aspieness to deal with to this day, and since I was about 30 years old, I have grown ever increasingly isolated in order to avoid hurting people and being hurt myself.
I have cried a lot, and some of it was in front of other people, especially when I was in a state of sheer desperation to understand my situation(s). I usually avoid working myself up in public.
To this day, I almost fear seeing movies in theaters (but I will break down for a movie like Tron: Legacy) because nearly all movies have a moment or two of emotional climax that will make me cry, and you can imagine how self-conscious you would be if that happened to you. I let the tears roll when Sam met up with his dad in Tron: Legacy, I almost felt it was my duty to not be ashamed. I am 40 now and I want to set a positive example for the young people around me, so I try to put my fears aside and express the emotions that are beautiful to me.
I clicked your post just now because right before logging into Wrongplanet, I was feeling desperate about reaching my mother, and I had been studying the similarities between mental illness and religion. My mother is such a good woman, but I feel she has treated, and is treating, me with incredible cruelty because her religion tells her that I am lost and going to hell. I have a higher IQ than her and I just know it isn't so. I want her to understand that it is ok to love me or to at least understand that, admittedly, everything changes when we die and our time on Earth is ticking away every second. I want my mom and family to take advantage of the time we have left, it is urgent to me now that I have my diagnosis. I am at peace now in a way I was not before, and I have much to share with my estranged family - that makes me cry.
In summary, when I am alone and in certain moods, I can literally whip myself into a depressed frenzy and cry for hours. It was much worse when I drank alcohol, but it is still a part of how I deal with certain things.
I cried some when I wrote this, because things are more intense when I lay them out in writing.