hmmmm wow, i HATED pain as a kid.

like, middle-high school i had a very "do something about it or stop worrying about it attitude, and i'm pretty sure I explicitly constructed it from

"being in pain (anxious, worried, guilty) is THE WORST so I'm just gonna *not*"

i later spun stories about "being tough" and about how silly all the anxious people in my life were, but I'm pretty sure that at it's core it was "pain is the worst thing, i absolutely refuse, gtfo"

i had lots of little physical things that drove me crazy as a kid. tags on shirts were unbearable.

i remember wandering around recess in 4th grade with yet another hangnail thinking "Is this my life? an endless stream of pain and misery? I'm i just going to hurt until i die??"

funny enough i was fine with cuts and bruises and played very roughly. but i dunno, certain sensory things and certain emotional pain i'd just flip the fuck out