People have different levels of pain tolerance. The ones with a higher tolerance usually aren't as understanding about something hurting so much the only thing to do is talk about it. I can handle pain as long as it's nowhere near my stomach, but if I have stomach pain the only thing that helps is moaning that I'm going to die and acting like it's the end of the world. My stomach hurts every time I'm in a car, and my SO, after years of telling me it can't hurt that much and to be quiet, has finally learned it's my coping mechanism and joins in by offering to shop for a coffin and asking me what kind of flowers I'd like at a funeral. The rest of my family learned to ignore it long ago, I think it's like static to them. The one thing I hate most is attention, so this suits me fine.