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I do not like being touched.
My only touch in childhood was a paddle, there were no warm and fuzzy attachments.
My mind is hardwired to defend, to protect not attach, or trust.
I have no memory of desiring to be hugged.
How did I miss out?
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Posted by For the Love of Books on November 14, 2021 at 4:56 pm
It takes a kind warm loving heart to teach us our value and the value of a hug.
Recent research shows that hard wires can be changed with time and patience. New experiences can overwrite and replace old experiences.
Posted by Don't Lose Hope on November 14, 2021 at 8:39 pm
My mother really hates being touched. She pulls back in shock if you go anywhere near her!!!
Posted by Marty on November 14, 2021 at 11:20 pm
I do not know what a loving touch feels like
I have no desire to be touched by people
I am not normal
Posted by Alana on November 15, 2021 at 3:12 pm
All my friends were “huggers” growing up. I never understood it, how it was so normal. I hate being touched, but it’s also something I crave.
Posted by Marty on November 15, 2021 at 3:40 pm
Crave but hate,
That’s sounds like PTSD
I should crave love but how could I even risk or trust
No way I could not worry about betrayal now
How could it work out