Like most of the dacrophyliacs such as myself who are lucky enough to stumble upon this site, you've guessed it already - I am extremely and abnormally aroused by the art of a crying individual (a crying woman, that is). I used the word "art" because I believe that all women are works of art, as well as every single womanly thing they are capable of accomplishing - good or bad. Anyway, the same goes for the process in which a woman cries. It's a beautiful thing to be the one enjoying seeing all of it go down. Some might call it sadistic behavior, even if I'm not the one causing the tears to run down her cheek, but just watching her lips tremble and listening to the passionate sobs and sniffles that happen as a result. Just imagining it happening now gives me chills...
    I should clarify that I am a 23 year old male and I happen to fall into the category of those who do NOT have a fetish for being the reason a woman cries. I do not enjoy torturing or humiliating a woman into crying. In fact, at times I have believed that what I'm cursed with is something worse than hurting somebody into crying. I, myself, am so aroused at the sights and sounds of a woman crying, that once I've witnessed it, it will be forever burned into my memory and used for my own filthy pleasures. I simply cannot begin to explain why it's like that for me, but I wouldn't complain about it if you paid me to. It doesn't matter the person or the reason. A woman could be crying because of the most devastating circumstances, and I would forget all about the reason behind it as soon as she starts crying. As a matter of fact, a couple of my very first experiences is a testimony to all of that.
    I would say I developed this fetish at a very young age, most likely between 4 and 6. Those were the ages that my grandmother would watch me every day during the summers while parents worked. My grandmother was an amazing woman with the best advice-giving and listening abilities. But she was also very depressed for the many of my years growing up. She fell into poor health a short time after I was born, and she was usually in pain about something either physically or mentally. So one day I was at her house, probably running around doing whatever 5 year olds did back in the day. I remember Grandma sort of seeming a little down that day as she didn't say much. But suddenly, I saw her slowly walking down the hall. She was approaching me and I could see a distraught, uneasy look in her eyes. I stood dead in my tracks as she stopped just several feet away from me, looked directly at me, and with a tear already trickling down her cheek, she said, "I'm gonna cry." No more words were needed or maybe she just wasn't capable of saying anything else or providing any sort of explanation. Seconds later, her lips and cheeks were quivering and tears were flowing down her face like rain. She turned and walked to her room, shut the door, and that's the last I saw of that incident. But oh, did I hear much more! She must have been laying face down on the bed, but I could hear the loud sobs as i stood on the opposite side of the door, more fascinated than I had ever been with anything before. Of course, I didn't think of it as a fetish or view it the way I do now, but it was definitely one of my early sources of masturbation. I may have thought it wrong at first. Even at age 5, I understood that crying was a serious emotional and personal thing that happens mainly when someone is sad. So, why am I feeling this way about somebody's sadness? That's the million dollar question. But we won't dwell on it.
    The next experience I can remember is actually another family member - my own mother. No, this is not going to turn into an incest story or anything of the sort. These situations just happened. And I just happen to feel this way about them. I was 8 years old this time and my mom had just picked me up from elementary school. On the way home, things were normal for about five minutes of the drive. Mom was acting the same way she had every other day of my life. Same attitude, same voice tone. I had never seen my mother cry before. Okay, I'm sure she shed a few tears around me once or twice, but nothing that would have prepared me for what was about to transpire. Mom's phone rang and it was her mother - my OTHER grandmother - and she had some really devastating news. My aunt, my mother's sister, had been battling stomach cancer for a few months. As of recent, things were looking better and the family was expecting her to pull through. But now, I knew something was very wrong as soon as Mom says on the phone, "Are you serious?" The way she asked it was in a frustrated tone. Almost a sarcastic tone, like she was refusing to believe the news. She was silent for a few more seconds until uttering one more word before hanging up. My mom has always had a relatively deep voice, so I never would have thought it possible for her voice to raise this high pitched. She says to my grandmother, "Bye." It was so high pitched and squeaky, you could tell that she had already lost control and was about to burst right into tears. And boy, did she. As soon as she put the phone down, she began crying uncontrollably. I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been for her to remain driving with all of those tears coming down, having just received that news. I knew what had happened, and I knew I should be comforting my mother and telling her I loved her and I was sorry. But I couldn't bring myself to do anything other than gaze at her while she cried. To this day, I've never seen or heard my mom coming even remotely close to crying like that again, but I will always remember the way it sounded. Of course it was sad to see my mother in so much pain and heartache, but like I said earlier - my arousal for it was just so overpowering.
    As time went by and I matured, my likeness and appreciation for crying sort of faded away. It was replaced by other fetishes and fantasies that still remain intact today (Man, you should hear some of THOSE stories). Women crying will always have a special place in my heart, but as of now, nothing really compares to the feelings I get thinking about those early experiences. These days, I wouldn't get as turned on by watching a woman cry as I would from just hearing her announce that she is going to cry first. Much like my grandmother did. I've become more appreciative of dialogue and other verbal things. So when a woman says things like, "I'm gonna cry," or, "I think I might cry," that will pretty much do it for me.
    If anyone is interested in sharing similar experiences or feedback, or perhaps would like to hear about some of my other fetishes, feel free to ask! I've got plenty of descriptive juice.