I wish I could say it's my husband. To be sure, he has a ticket no one else has, but if I'm tense, I don't want anyone near me. At my calmest, I still prefer not to be touched much, especially without warning. But when I am up to being touched at all, that touch is limited to my husband and 3 kids. My rapidly developing 12-year-old daughter is the toughest. The women in my church are big huggers, and I just cannot do that. I don't even like to hug my own mother. Mind you, it might have helped if she had ever hugged me as a child. Sounds cliched, but it's true... my family did not hug, kiss, or even touch except in the rough and tumble way my siblings and I did... (DOGPILE ON TIM!! ! WHAM!) So perhaps because of that I really don't have any connections with physical touch outside of either completely innocent touch as with the very young or touch with a romantic or sexual purpose. So as my tween daughter grows, I have to force myself to give her the maternal hugs she craves. My comfort is in knowing it isn't me rejecting her personally. I doubt she finds that much comfort, however. Anyway, her hugs are reminding me more and more of the women at church. Poor little girl... I have to admit, since she has always been long and bony and exuberant, that we tend to cringe (both parents) when she comes for a hug. She took to running and leaping on us at a young age, so there you are. But we explained that and she holds back now for our sakes. I'm just glad she didn't give up. If she needs them, she should have them. I'll deal with it.
The most free physical contact for me is that which has no guilt or awkwardness attached. Animals are safe... innocent creatures that rub on your ankle or lick your hand. Kinda gross but not as bad as grown humans. Babies and toddlers, even young children have a pass. I breast-fed three babies, so you can imagine that they did not bother me like others do. My 3-year-old can climb onto my lap most anytime and hug me... her toddler softness seems to soothe rather than irritate my nerves. My fairly primitive 8-year-old is okay, but when he gets gross, or kisses my arm, it's all I can do to keep from smacking him. He doesn't hug often and has all the cuddliness of a kevlar jacket and feels almost as dense and heavy, but he has so much trouble day to day that I can't deny him hugs either. If ever a kid needed a hug, this kid does.
But I feel overwhelmed just thinking this much about contact. I have to stop. Now I'm gonna have nightmares.
Just had to add, quickly, that I have given this and other matters some thought and have recognized over time that I have trouble with feelings of intimacy and closeness. I don't feel actual sexual attraction to inappropriate targets, but feel uncomfortable when I feel a mental or physical connection in excess of what I consider suitable. I think others may feel a warmth for a friend which is more in the realm of what I reserve for my husband and children. I am not cold by any means, but am more concerned at not being able to recognize the amount of affection that is appropriate in a particular circumstance. So I keep wide borders between objects of familial intimacy, romantic intimacy, and friends and acquaintances, because my brain does not seem to properly categorize these otherwise. Thus I seldom get very attached to friends.
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