I was one who cried a lot towards the end of my attending meetings. When I say a LOT I mean it. I was having severe panic attacks and was being emotionally abused by my clinically depressed husband at that time. Just trying to stay in the building took every ounce of strength I had. I was most definitely not seeking attention, that was the last thing on my mind.
No one even asked if I was alright, ever. No one ever offered a hug or a drink of water or even a damn kleenex. That's why I stopped going, it was just too much to handle. The fewer meetings I attended, the better I felt.
I almost never get panic attacks since I stopped attending.