Tolerance to Pain

I have been diagnosed as autistic/Aspergers

I don't seem to feel pain the same as most people. I am a beekeeper and regularly get stung and although I does hurt it doesn't seem to bother me. I once got stung over 100 times at once. I also cycle competitively and have suffered various injuries whilst racing including broken ribs where I have carried on regardless

When I was a kid I was always falling into stinging nettles or getting scratched on barbed wire

I also like extreme tasting foods - espresso coffee, vindaloo curry, extra hot chilli sauce, grapefruit juice etc

I thought that autistic people had sensory issues and are extra sensitive to pain which is the opposite to me

Are these autistic traits? when I had my diagnosis my assessor didn't think so but I'm not so sure

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  • I also cycle competitively and have suffered various injuries whilst racing including broken ribs where I have carried on regardless

    I did BMX first, Skate Boarding and then Down-Hill Mountain-biking, but hated being sponsored as a skateboarder so did not bother as a mountain biker. I am so not competitive and being sponsored made it a job that took the fun out of it. But I have slammed so hard on so many occasions only to find out later I had broken stuff and whatnot ~ so I totally know what you mean.

    When I worked at a Restaurant I used to like snacking on chillies, and the head chef for a laugh got a special order in for the hottest chillies known, and they expected me to go down a burning death ~ but they really were the best and most refreshing I had ever had. Because I was the only one who could eat them I got the whole lot! Bonus! :-) 

    I have completely forgotten the name of the curry now but it was not made in this country as it was too hot for the western body supposedly, and if you ask for it and they will make it ~ I have had it free on numerous occasions because they did not believe I could eat it and if so it would be on the house. Bonus again! :-)

    Hard knocks school of Aspergenics pros and cons :-)


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  • I also cycle competitively and have suffered various injuries whilst racing including broken ribs where I have carried on regardless

    I did BMX first, Skate Boarding and then Down-Hill Mountain-biking, but hated being sponsored as a skateboarder so did not bother as a mountain biker. I am so not competitive and being sponsored made it a job that took the fun out of it. But I have slammed so hard on so many occasions only to find out later I had broken stuff and whatnot ~ so I totally know what you mean.

    When I worked at a Restaurant I used to like snacking on chillies, and the head chef for a laugh got a special order in for the hottest chillies known, and they expected me to go down a burning death ~ but they really were the best and most refreshing I had ever had. Because I was the only one who could eat them I got the whole lot! Bonus! :-) 

    I have completely forgotten the name of the curry now but it was not made in this country as it was too hot for the western body supposedly, and if you ask for it and they will make it ~ I have had it free on numerous occasions because they did not believe I could eat it and if so it would be on the house. Bonus again! :-)

    Hard knocks school of Aspergenics pros and cons :-)


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  • When I worked at a Restaurant I used to like snacking on chillies, and the head chef for a laugh got a special order in for the hottest chillies known, and they expected me to go down a burning death ~ but they really were the best and most refreshing I had ever had. Because I was the only one who could eat them I got the whole lot! Bonus! :-) 

    I grow Naga Vipers. A stabilised Dorset variety, around 1.4 million Scoville units each. I put about an eighth of one in a tub of Arrabiata, hot, Arrabiata.

    You can have this jar if you like.........

    You should be perfectly fine.........Wink

  • have completely forgotten the name of the curry now but it was not made in this country as it was too hot for the western body supposedly, and if you ask for it and they will make it ~ I have had it free on numerous occasions because they did not believe I could eat it and if so it would be on the house. Bonus again! :-)

    Was it a Phal (pronounced pal) ? 

    A Phal is not a traditional Indian dish but is a made up one to satisfy us Western loonys

  • Last year I was called to collect a swarm of bees hanging 20 feet up in a tree.

    when I got to the site it was a residential street. I got the ladder off the car and a box and climbed up to the swarm. By now there were about 20 people watching from a safe distance. I got the box under the swarm of bees and shook the branch that they were attached to. Suddenly the branch snapped and I lost my balance and fell from the ladder, I landed on my side and my head bounced off the pavement. I got straight back up and pretended I wasn't hurt. I had a massive cut on my head. Someone wanted to phone for an ambulance but I said I was ok. That night I couldn't sleep and felt sick. The following morning I went to work, my collegues said that I was acting strangely and my speech was slurred so I got taken to the hospital. I was ok the next day and yes I did get the bees

  • I was racing in the National Mountainbike Championshios in 1993, I was going flat out down a steep gravel track when I hit a bump which caused my hands to slip off the bars. I binned it big style smashing to the ground and the bike catapaulting about 20 feet into the air. The bike had a buckled and punctured rear wheel but I got back on and completed the race. I went to the St John Ambulance once I finished and turned out I had 2 broken ribs.

    Last year I was cycling down a long steep hill at about 40 mph. A car pulled out from a side road so I had to brake suddenly. I lost control and slammed into the tarmac and slid about 20 yards ending up under the car. I had a nasty gash over my eye from hitting the cars bumper and a broken rib. The car driver wanted to phone for an ambulance but I refused and decided to cycle the 30 miles home