My physical pain threshold is easy... I have a heart attack... as I'm not one of those lucky people who pass out, in pain, but am more present.
8:10 screaming, even if my voice is gone, and posturing. Even if I can unerstand a question? I cannot answer (as I'm screaming). Most of the time I cannot even see, much less hear, so there's nothing to understand. Some of that are the ruptured vessels in my eyes/ears, but mostly it's because nothing but the pain really registers. People, vehicles, walls, all just blurred shapes and color and noise, at best. The posturing, meanwhile, means I cannot walk, sit, or control my body in any meaningful way. Just thrashing, flailing, arching, grabbing.
9:10 loss of control over my bladder & bowels. (Still screaming & fishing).
10:10 my heart stops.
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My emotional pain threshold is tricky, because when I reach my limit? One of two things happen:
EITHER I get euphoric
OR my emotions shut off, entirely.
Either way? I. Feel. Great.
1. If my emotions shut off? I'm suddenly clear headed, calm, & pain free... which I interprete as "great". As I can't actually feel anything. In the moment it's more of an ...exhale... FFS FINALLY. OKAY! What needs doing and in what order? And then I start working up a list and accomplishing it, which is surprisingly easy once all those stupid emotions are out of the way.
2. Euphoria... is when I go to the ER / A&E, as it means I've stopped fighting and AM going to kill my self. The first time? It was an accident. There was a hospital between where I was, and where I was going, so I figured? Why not? Either they'll fix me or they won't. So I took my huge grin inside... and was nearly sent on my way by the triage nurse, but one of the doctors overheard my bubbly explanation of why I was there, kind of blanched... and brought me immediately back... and gave me a shot of something that SHOULD have knocked me out. It didn't. What it DID do was immediately clear my head. I don't think I was as sober as I thought I was, as I didn't bother checking out, or checking with anyone. I just thought: "Awesome! They DID fix me." And walked out. No longer suicidal (nor euphoric)... just... me. So I went home and went about living my life, grateful as all hell. It was years later that it finally occurred to me that doc must have thought I escaped & offed myself. I feel really badly I never let him know I was aces. It just didn't occur to me, in the moment.
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So those are my LIMITS.
My limits? Aren't the hard part, for me. It's the middling bits where I can still think & feel, consumed by pain & despair, that are the hardest, most brutal, dangerous, & dark.