For me, it makes me want to puke. If I see scenes of this, I get a lump in my throat and want to cry.
This is a reaction that I cannot control and have never understood.
Is it empathy, or for reasons more obvious? The thought now makes me shiver...

I have been brain-washed by my father to second-guess myself and never believe myself; I shan't go into details, but sometimes I would spend hours with him telling me how useless I was. When I mean hours, I mean the loveliness of 3 hours as an 8 year-old.
I do not know if these memories are true or figments of my imagination- I've been told they are from a young age.