I was watching the Olympics this morning, and they were talking of the Israeli athletes that were murdered at the 1972 Olympics in Munich, and, in particular, the effects this trauma had (and still has) on the surviving children and spouses. Here it is, 24 years later, and these poor souls are still suffering, because they (like me) were left to emotionally fend for themselves. Anyway, I was alone in the house, and I was so touched by this feeling of kinship with them (children trying to deal with a trauma children cannot deal with) that I started to sob and whimper, much in the same way as [I do] during the eye-motion therapy. It was extremely cathartic, quite a relief.