Some of us are better at hiding it than others. I was 8 years old when my Grandmother died and like any 8 year old I started crying at the viewing well after a few minutes my dad takes me out back of the funeral home tells me I got 10 minutes to Man up and get that sissy crying stuff out of my system and get back in there and help the women folk or keep the sissy stuff up and you go sit with the women and the sissy's 10 minutes later I has handing out tissue to the women and other male cousins that failed to Man up. My wife has seen me cry 3 times in twenty years once when my daughter was born and twice in the E.R. Now my wife has learned how to read me to figure out how much pain I am in or at least has a ball park Idea, Now my job does not allow any psych meds No Pain meds heck I'm limited on what I can take for a cold, had to fight just to be able to take Gabapentin with out it I couldn't function, and the last four days has been hell as thing's were flared up which seem to happen with out rhyme or reason and ever time I think about throwing in the towel and calling to doctor for some of the pills they want me to be on I think back to being that 8 year old boy out back of the funeral home and I man up Drive on. Now I'm not knocking anybody for taking meds they need heck wish I could take some but I like my job and this damn disease/syndrome is going to rob me of it sooner or later, it could be as soon as the next flare up it might be 20 years down the road I just don't know But you can bet the farm I won't cry about it.