Pain Threshold

I have always had a low tolerance for pain. I couldn’t stand the sight of blood, and I would go faint and feel queasy if anything medical was talked about (which happens if you invite nurses round for dinner). The phrase “It’s not the end of the world” did not have its desired effect on me when I was young, and I used to just not cope with pain or injury.

The same was true of noise and movement I wasn’t used to, like being on a boat or aeroplane. I remember when I was 3, coming back from a holiday in Malta where my grandfather lived. We had to board the plane via the steps at the rear, going underneath one of the plane’s engines which was running (as a generator for the plane’s electricity). I became completely overwhelmed with hysteria, which must have left a deep scar for me to remember it like this.

I have always been afraid of flying, and when I first went on a boat I was terrified at the slightest movement. I think this comes from a lack of what is known as basic trust , the sense that the world is essentially a safe. This is normally transmitted on from parents as a baby, but something must have blocked this in my case, because my parents did not do anything less than what any other good parents would have done, as far as I’m aware.

Being healed of autism didn’t change any of this. It could be said, though, that this made it easier for me to get healing regarding this and a whole host of other issues as well.