JitakuKeibiinB wrote:
Fleece, wool, or otherwise fuzzy fabric.
Elastic ankle bands on pants.
Heavy pants.
Long socks.
Tight socks.
Socks with lumps in the stitching.
Small shoes.
Long sleeves.
Gloves.
Hugs.
Other people's skin.
Wet hair.
The metal on the outside of trailers.
I used to be very averse to the touch of other people's skin, too - being in close proximity with other kids with their arms and legs brushing against mine was enough to make me shudder. I had a Sesame Street VHS when I was little that had a Joe Raposo musical number with kids playing on a beach and the song went something like, "Skin, skin, beeeeaaaauuutifuuulll skiiiiiiiin!" and it just. made. me. CRINGE!
I think that's also why I didn't like washing my hands when I was little....sometimes my mom and teachers would "help" me by soaping my hands up and rubbing my hands in theirs, and the slimy texture of the soap, their hands/fingernails slipping around and tickling mine...UGH! I wash my hands all the time now, and the texture of soap no longer bothers me, but when I was a kid: Soap+skin touching me=Yuck!
Other people's skin touching mine still irks me somewhat, especially if it takes me by surprise....not if I'm the one to initiate it, though.
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