My mother always tells me that I would make a good doctor, a surgeon or a trauma surgeon and she says so, because I do not perceive other people's pain. But the other time I have to bandage something, wash it, take it out, palpate and so on, then I just do all these manipulations with great enthusiasm and determination. And when I hear "oohing" or "hissing" in response, I always ask the same question, not on purpose at all, but it just sort of pops out: "what, does it hurt?".
I just forget that the other may be hurt, because it is a wound, blow, bruise or whatever)) sometimes warns me "come on, no sadism.
But I do everything quickly, there oops, no oops, and that's it - free In my defense, I can say that I would be a bad surgeon, because my hands are shaking.
Also I love animals and as for them, another step on the paw - that's all, a disaster for me and I do not like to break trees, twigs, leaves - because my mother told me since childhood that they hurt. Even though they can't tell it. It's an attitude I carry with me to this day.