Writing about the relationship I share with my dad is difficult. It requires me to recognize how Iâve aligned myself with false beliefs about masculinity for most of my life. As children, we are socialized to believe that vulnerability coincides with weakness. It begins on playgrounds. If we fall, scrape our knees and want to cry, we are told to âwalk it off.â We learn that crying and expressing emotions are behaviors reserved for girls and women. My father is not an emotive man. Growing up, he never cried at home. For years I thought crying was a superpower only accessible by girls and women. Even when upset, tears didâ¦