When Your Body Feels Everything: Autism, ADHD, and the Pain No One Sees

This post was hard to write because it’s hard to explain—but I need to try.

A person walking on a sidewalk, wearing a gray sweatshirt, gray shorts, and sneakers, with a smile on their face. In the background, there are trees, a power line, and a residential area.

People often ask if I’m okay.

Usually, the answer is no—but not in the way they think. I’m not sick, not injured, not recovering from surgery or fighting off a cold. My body just… hurts. All the time. Not in a dramatic or even easily explainable way. Just in this persistent, buzzing, exhausting way that lives in my shoulders, my jaw, my stomach, my spine.

And no, it’s not “just anxiety.”
(Though sure, anxiety shows up too. It’s got VIP access at this point.)

What I’m trying to say is: I’m autistic. I have ADHD. And I carry pain—literal, physical pain—in my body almost every single day. It builds up in places I can’t always stretch out or rest away. I hold tension in my neck like I’m bracing for a crash that never happens. I clench my jaw until it aches. My back is a battlefield. And don’t even get me started on my digestive system.

But here’s the thing:
I didn’t get into a car accident. I didn’t pull something.
I didn’t do anything to deserve this pain.
I just am—sensitive.

Too Much, All the Time

Autistic and ADHD bodies often feel like they’re tuned to a different frequency. The world that others experience as background noise can feel like a full-blown rock concert in my nervous system.

Loud sounds? Tension.
Bright lights? Tension.
An unexpected comment, a small conflict, a passive-aggressive email? Yep, tension.

Even when something good happens—something exciting or beautiful—my body reacts. Because emotion, for me, is physical. Joy floods my chest. Grief sinks into my hips. Shame slithers into my stomach. I don’t just think or feel emotions—I store them. I wear them.

And that would be fine if my body were some kind of emotional Tupperware container. But it’s not. It leaks. It overflows. It breaks down.

My 20s Were a Blur of Pain

Through most of my 20s, I had terrible, unexplained pain—especially in my neck, shoulders, and traps. No injury, no diagnosis. Just a kind of constant body-scream no one else could hear.

Every time I brought it up to a doctor, they seemed confused. My nurse practitioner once offered me muscle relaxers, but I declined. I was already managing enough meds—ADHD, depression, anxiety—and didn’t want to add another layer.

I tried getting massages. They felt great in the moment, but the pain always came back. Same with chiropractors. I saw a couple, even committed to a full treatment plan. Each time, they’d say something like, “Have you been in a car accident recently?”
Nope. Never.

They couldn’t understand how my neck could carry that much stored trauma unless something had physically happened to me. But something had happened—just not in the way they expected. I’ve been living in a body that reacts to the world like it’s too much, too fast, too loud. Because for me, it is.

Yoga, stretching, and meditation help. They really do. But the relief is temporary, because the world doesn’t pause. The moment I reenter it—back into the bright lights, clashing sounds, sudden emotions, and social expectations—the pain starts crawling back in.

My ex-husband used to give me back massages, trying to help. He’d say it felt like bubble wrap back there—except not the kind you can pop. Just these crunchy, stuck little knots of tension. That’s what I carried. Still do.

Hypersensitivity Isn’t a Metaphor—It’s Neurological

There’s research out there that explains this better than I can. Studies show that autistic individuals often have increased sensitivity to pain, altered pain thresholds, and heightened interoception—meaning we feel internal sensations (like heartbeat, muscle tension, or digestive discomfort) more intensely.¹ ADHD adds its own chaos: constant scanning, restlessness, hyperawareness, and the never-ending effort to regulate.

And then there’s emotional pain, which doesn’t stay in my mind—it lives in my body. Especially when I’ve masked all day, ignored my own needs, or absorbed the feelings of everyone around me like a walking sponge.

When It’s Invisible, It’s Dismissed

This is what people don’t see when they ask if I’m okay.
They don’t see the full-body effort it takes to not fidget or cry or shut down in public. They don’t see the internal screaming when a light flickers or someone interrupts me four times in a row. They don’t see the pain that comes from trying to seem “normal.”

Because it’s not just the sensory overload—it’s the masking. It’s the people-pleasing. It’s the emotional labor of trying to be less “too much.”

I’m not saying all autistic or ADHD people experience pain like this—but I am saying many of us do. And I’m one of them.

So If You’re Reading This…

Maybe you’re one of those people who never understood why I cancel plans last-minute. Or why I seem so tired all the time. Or why I talk like I’m on fire, but move like I’m underwater. Maybe you’ve never realized how much pain a body can hold when the world keeps pushing too hard, too fast, too loud.

Or maybe you do know what I mean. Maybe your body hurts too, for reasons no one else sees or believes.

To you, I say: you’re not imagining it.
And you’re not alone.

We are bodies that feel too much in a world that demands we feel nothing. But our pain is real. And it matters.

A graphic summarizing the relationship between neurodivergence and chronic pain, highlighting how autistic individuals experience altered pain sensitivity and ADHD can increase physical tension and restlessness.

🧠 Research & Footnotes

  1. Autistic People and Pain Perception
    • Research shows altered pain thresholds and heightened pain responses in autistic individuals. Some report being more sensitive to certain types of pain, while others may under-report it due to interoception difficulties or alexithymia.
    • Source: Failla, M. D., et al. (2020). “Pain Perception in Autism Spectrum Disorder: A Review.” Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders.
  2. ADHD and Somatic Complaints
    • Individuals with ADHD are more likely to report chronic pain, headaches, and somatic symptoms, likely tied to nervous system dysregulation.
    • Source: Mikita, N., et al. (2015). “Somatic symptoms and their association with anxiety and depression in children and adolescents with ADHD.” European Child & Adolescent Psychiatry.
  3. Interoception and Emotional Pain
    • Neurodivergent individuals often experience interoception differently, which can lead to heightened awareness of internal pain and discomfort, and difficulty identifying or verbalizing these sensations.
    • Source: Quattrocki, E., & Friston, K. (2014). “Autism, oxytocin and interoception.” Neuroscience & Biobehavioral Reviews.

🧠 What ADHD Actually Is (and Isn’t)

Unmasking, One Post at a Time
By Kayla Sue Warner

Let’s just say this up front: the name “Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder” is wrong. Like, offensively wrong. There’s not actually a “deficit” of attention, and there’s nothing “disordered” about the way our brains work. ADHD is a neurotype—a naturally occurring variation in how human brains process time, emotion, focus, and executive functioning. It’s not something broken. It’s just something different.

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❗Wait, Why Is It Still Called a “Disorder”?

Let’s talk about the name: Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. It’s outdated. And honestly, inaccurate.

  • We don’t actually have a deficit of attention—we have too much of it in too many places at once, or we hyperfocus intensely on one thing and tune everything else out.
  • And the word disorder makes it sound like something’s broken or wrong with us. It’s not.
  • Our brains are just wired differently—and that’s okay.

ADHD is a brain difference, not a disease. The name hasn’t caught up with the science yet, and many people in the neurodivergent community are pushing for a change. But until the “official” terminology catches up, we’re stuck with a label that doesn’t reflect our actual lived experience.

So if you hear me use “ADHD,” just know: I’m talking about a neurotype, not something that needs to be “fixed.”

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⚡ ADHD Is a Brain-Based Executive Function Difference

ADHD isn’t a character flaw, a lack of willpower, or a moral failure. It’s a difference in how the brain is wired—especially in areas related to executive functioning. That includes things like:

  • initiating tasks
  • following through on plans
  • regulating emotions
  • managing time and transitions
  • remembering what you were doing in the first place (before you got up and completely forgot)

And while the medical world still calls it a “disorder,” many of us know better. There’s nothing wrong with how our brains work—we just live in a world that isn’t designed for us. (CHADD, 2023)

Dr. Russell Barkley, who has studied ADHD for decades, once said:

“ADHD is not a deficit of knowing what to do. It’s a deficit of doing what you know.”

And let me tell you—that quote is my whole life.

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🧬 It’s Not Your Fault. It’s How Your Brain Works.

ADHD isn’t caused by bad parenting, screens, sugar, or any of the other ridiculous myths floating around. It’s a neurodevelopmental difference—a variation in brain wiring, often linked to genetics, and especially connected to dopamine regulation (NIMH, 2021).

We don’t lack attention—we have inconsistent attention. And we don’t need to be “fixed.” We need understanding, support, and systems that work with our brains instead of against them.

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🌱 Final Thoughts

ADHD isn’t a disorder. It’s not a disease. It’s not something to be cured or controlled.

It’s a different brain. A different way of experiencing the world. A neurotype.

And even if the name hasn’t caught up yet, we can speak about it differently. We can unlearn the shame and rebuild our self-trust. We can stop viewing ourselves as “failures” for struggling in a world that was never built with us in mind.

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🎭 Masking 101 (And Why I’m Tired) (Unmasking, One Post at a Time)

“Masking 101 (And Why I’m Tired)”
 🧠 An essay from Unmasking, One Post at a Time — Entry One

Before I knew I was autistic or ADHD, I just thought I was working really hard at being a person.

Turns out, I was masking.


Masking is when you hide or camouflage parts of yourself so you can pass as “normal.”
It’s mimicking facial expressions, tone of voice, posture.
It’s copying how other people laugh or how they make eye contact.
It’s forcing yourself to suppress stimming.
It’s scripting conversations in your head before they happen.
It’s smiling when you want to scream.
It’s laughing when you’re confused.
It’s staying quiet when you’re overwhelmed.
It’s pretending you’re fine so no one thinks you’re difficult.

I’ve done it for so long, I used to think that was my personality.


When you’re autistic or ADHD—especially if you were socialized as a girl or assigned female at birth—masking becomes second nature.
We’re taught to be accommodating. Quiet. “Not too much.”
So we make ourselves smaller. We mirror people. We blend in until we disappear.

And sometimes we’re praised for it.

“She’s so mature for her age.”
“You’re so adaptable.”
“You always seem so calm.”

Calm? No. Just dissociating professionally.
Adaptable? Maybe. But at what cost?


Masking isn’t just exhausting. It’s identity-erasing.

I’ve walked out of social situations completely unsure who I was.
I’ve said “yes” when I meant “no,” just because it felt easier.
I’ve been praised for being chill when I was actually melting down inside.

People didn’t see my burnout—they saw “grace under pressure.”
People didn’t hear my sensory overwhelm—they heard “sensitivity.”
People didn’t notice my panic—they saw “perfectionism.”

Masking works… until it doesn’t.
And when it breaks down, it looks like depression. Anxiety. Burnout. Shutdown. Rage.
It looks like “what’s wrong with me?”
It looks like “I don’t know who I am anymore.”

And honestly? That’s where I was when I started unmasking.

Unmasking is not always peaceful.
Sometimes it’s letting people see you stim or cry or say something awkward.
Sometimes it’s choosing not to go to a thing—even if people expect you to.
Sometimes it’s saying “no” and feeling that old panic rise up… and doing it anyway.

It’s slow. It’s scary. It’s freeing.

I’m still tired.
But now it’s the kind of tired that comes from becoming, not disappearing.


If you’re masking, and you’re tired too—
you’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
And you’re allowed to rest.

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