The traditional view is that men and women have quite different ways of coping with trauma. Men try to deal with it on their own. They disappear beneath the latest Economist, go on long lonely walks, or, ... well perhaps better not to go into some of their other private activities. They bottle up their unhappiness. Women do all of these things too, but are also more likely to open up to friends and to share their pain.
The funny thing is, our cats conform exactly to this pattern. We have just moved them to their new home. Amelia responded by needing company, constantly rubbing up against us, and never letting us out of her sight. Galit, the boy, on the other hand … huh, where is Galit? Twenty minutes later I find him in a pot in the storeroom, buried in his Economist. There’s something in them stereotypes.
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