I have a pain and injury fetish. Sometimes when I am watching a movie, and someone gets injured, I respond one of three ways:
1- Get very uncomfortable, because their cries of pain are unrealistic.
2- Uncontollably smile.
3- Get a warm, radiating feeling that seems to start from my heart, and ends at my stomach.
At night, I also engage in a sick, demented role play where my character gets injured. I enjoy coming up with stories to how my character got the injury. I even act as if I had been hurt in some way; it gives me a chance to work on my wincing, grimacing, groaning, crying, etc. At times, I also like to harm myself by: Bludgeoning my rib cage and my breastbone with a rather large sand-filled bottle to the point of fracturing them, constricting my b****** with a towel until they turn a lovely shade of blue, clawing myself, scratching my legs until I get hives, purposely straining the tendons in my shoulders and pelvis, running around the school track until I start showing signs of heatstroke, and then depriving myself of water, and I also have attempted to dislocate my hip. But I don't do this because I hate myself; I just want to know how it feels to get injured in different ways. It's fun, to me at least.