I think I could count the number of times I’ve screamed on one hand.
The first was when the family dog got hit by a car and the shop keeper carried him home for me. I wasn’t very old, very scared, and worried about the dog, who was OK by the way, but had a weakness in that leg until his dying day.
Screaming is not my thing. Yelling maybe, but not screaming.
I have experienced pain in varying degrees, mainly my back, and been truly blessed as although I have grimaced and said a loud ouch (insert cuss word accordingly), screaming in agony was not a result. I hope it remains that way.
No doubt had I ever experienced childbirth, my screams would have been as loud and as piercing as the next Mom to be.