Earlier today I read a post by Insanitybytes22 in which she attempted to debunk the “myth” that “men get sick and turn into giant, suffering children, who think they’re dying.”
Well, I think that IB, as I refer to her, is half right. But then she’s also, by definition, half wrong. Let me explain.
As a member in good standing of the male gender, I feel compelled to point out that there is a stark difference in male behavior due to an injury versus due to an illness.
Be a man.
Don’t be such a pussy.
Don’t be a wimp.
Stop acting like a little girl.
Take it like a man.
And so that is what we do when we are injured. We grit our teeth, gird our loins, and deal with the pain. That’s what we “real men” do. Give me a Marlboro and a swig of Jack Black and I’ll be fine.
But when we are sick, be it the common cold, the flu, the stomach virus, whatever, we revert to being little boys seeking out our mothers to comfort and console us; to wrap us up in a blanket, to kiss our fevered brow, and to tell us everything will be fine.
The trouble is that women don’t understand this and their maternal instincts seem to kick in with equal vigor whether we’re injured or sick.
And that’s an issue for us guys. The last thing we want you to do is to mother us if we’re injured. We’re not little boys, we are MEN. We can take it. We’ll just walk it off.
That bone showing through my thigh? It’s nothing. I’ll just shove it back in place and get back to work.
That finger that just got chopped off while using the jig saw? No biggie. I still have nine others.
Just because I fell off the roof while cleaning out the gutters and am lying here on the ground not moving doesn’t mean a thing. I’m just taking a short break.
My nose is running.
My eyes are watering.
I feel achy.
Oh my God I think I have a fever.
Where’s the thermometer?
Maybe you should call the doctor.
I’m dying here.
That’s when we need you to come to our aid. Show us that you understand how miserable we are feeling and how helpless we are. Hold us, reassure us, and make us feel all better.
See, it’s very simple. A man doesn’t “turn into a giant, suffering child, who thinks he is dying” if he’s suffered an injury. So just leave him alone and let him “just walk it off.”
But if he’s got even the slightest cold, he most definitely does turn into a giant, suffering child, who thinks he is dying. So come to his aid, comfort him, and make him feel cared for and secure.
It’s no mystery.