I could no longer watch scenes with pregnant women, babies, or children in peril. I wierded out about it completely. I would run out of the room, close my eyes and just worry alot.
Even the baby penguins that died, or even the eggs, in the March of the Penguins was too much for me.
Can I tell you that this is the same person that (some years ago, when I was much younger…)introduced such fantastically violent films like A Clockwork Orange to my friends? My tastes have always been fringe. And anything went. I always *knew* that I wasn’t effected by whatever they put in movies. “I could watch anything” I thought, it was, after all, just a movie.
I can’t watch stuff anymore. We just watched the first episodes of 24 and the stupid teenage girls getting slipped roofies, subsequently kidnapped are killing me. When stuff happens, like her arm getting broken, getting hit by a car whatever…it is practially a visceral experience. I can’t watch. It’s like watching someone beat up my own daughter.
Very strange for me. Wayyyy too much empathy.