I am so sorry to hear about your child, Lovebirds. I found my brother dying one of the hardest things in my life, but most of my family thought I was so strong because of my reaction. Really, though, I just felt numb. And I don't even think I've begun to deal with it all properly. That's the problem with me just closing off and pulling a brick wall up, it causes me so many problems with coping
Thank you. I am sorry for your loss as well.
Oh boy, do I relate to the bolded part.
When I was a teenager, my boyfriend was shot and killed by his own brother, in a tragic accident. My family was so proud of me for being "brave and strong" about it. In reality, I was being anything but brave or strong. The truth is, I was too doggone chicken to cry and have them telling me not to, lecturing me on how "brave and strong" I should be instead. Here again, I felt it but didn't express it. It took me 2 1/2 years to cry about my boyfriend--and then I was intoxicated. Rather than genuine grieving about the loss, it was essentially a drunken crying jag.
In front of my family of origin (as opposed to my husband and children) I don't show physical pain either. When that youngest child of mine was born, my mother was in the delivery room with me. With the previous two, I had screamed bloody murder. My labors were always very hard and fast, and I didn't have time for meds to kick in, so I gave birth all three times with no pain control. The third time, with my mother present, it hurt just as much, but I didn't utter a squeal. I couldn't. It wouldn't come out.
A few years later I told my mother about that. I confessed to her that I had screamed and yelled during my first two labors, but couldn't let out a sound the third time, because she was there. She didn't think it was so strange. "It would seem to me that most people are conditioned to being on their best behavior when their mothers are in the room."

There is so much wrong with that statement.
First of all, "not showing pain, even with good reason" = "on your best behavior"? How unhealthy can you get?
Second, as more than one mental health professional has pointed out to me, "most people" are conditioned to thinking of their mothers as a source of comfort, the one you turn to when you're in pain, the first person whose shoulder you CAN cry on.
But not me. In my case, instead of being the first person I can turn to for comfort, my mother is the last. When Jessica was born, I could not express the physical pain of giving birth to her, because my mother was present. When Jessica died, I could not express the immense emotional pain of losing her, because my mother was present. I wonder how much of this is Aspie/ASD, and how much of it is something else.