Hey, this may be completely unrelated but I have no one else in my life I can ask who would understand. Whenever I’m overstimulated or on the way towards a big meltdown my long term injuries seem to bother me more. Why is the only time my injuries really bother me is when I’m struggling? When I’m busy masking my pain doesn’t bother me anywhere near as much.
My (unscientific and possibly completely wrong) theory is that the long term pains can become relatively unnoticed background noise such that we don’t realize that we are expending some amount of energy on mental mitigation for those pains. Especially if we also have a general lack of bodily awareness already, which is apparently common among us autistic individuals.
When we are closer to burnout though, all of those small expenditures are so much harder because we don’t have as much energy overhead in those times, making every internal and external demand feel much more taxing.
This is the answer. I started writing something then realised I’d just rewritten what you had written in different words. Autistic people tend to be less able to recognise what their body is telling them. I recently said to my partner that I have been exhausted and really tired and she responded that I’d had a busy week, done 9 hours of driving in heavy traffic and terrible weather and had poor sleep. I thought there was something really wrong with me, she pointed out perfectly valid reasons for me feeling the way I was.
It’s called “interoception” for anyone that wants a new special interest (or to add to theirs): https://www.autism.org.uk/advice-and-guidance/professional-practice/interoception-wellbeing
Limited knowledge man here so here a little google
Endorphins are the body’s natural painkillers. Endorphins are released by the hypothalamus and pituitary gland in response to pain or stress, this group of peptide hormones both relieves pain and creates a general feeling of well-being.
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My anecdotal experience is that my pain threshold is much higher when I’m in a particularly critical phase of my depression