Story Time!

[Mistress Dalisay]

Growing up, I wasn’t exactly a model child 😛

Of course I would be disciplined like everyone else. Mine usually consisted of a few good hacks on the hand(s) of whatever was nearby; book, hanger, walis tingting, etc. ANYTHING they could get their hands on quick.

I’m not quite sure if my pain tolerance just increased or I realized it was all just fear, but one day I decided that it could no longer scare me. So the next time I was beat, I stared directly into the depths of my aunt’s eyes with no reaction. Which of course caused her to beat me harder, but that was the day I realized that pain wasn’t so bad. I actually felt joy that I could withstand it!

Now things turns a little psycho. Why did my mind shift to, “I wonder how everyone else would react to pain?”. And I was determined to get an answer.

So my types of experiments included:

*Sharpening my nails with safety scissors and scratching people in class.

*Going in for a hug and trying to squeeze as hard as I could, even if it hurt me.

*Getting volunteers to run over with those tiny cars.

Yes, I did make a few cry. Did I feel too bad? No. Why? The one thing I realized was that kids kept coming back for more. They all wanted to challenge themselves. And I learned how much I liked seeing someone wither in pain.

xoxo 💋