How much touch is comfortable with you? With family? With friends? With strangers?
Touch me! TOUCH ME!
My biological family is perhaps the only group of people who I do not want to be touched by, besides the odd stranger who gives me a bad vibe or the even rarer person I dislike enough to want to keep at least 5 feet from me. I am a social creature and naturally reach out and put a hand on a shoulder or give a hug good bye. I thrive under human contact and blossom into quite the social butterfly when presented with an equally touchy person.
The only thing I can not stand is when people touch my face. I've never liked people touching my face. Its always been aggravating and uncomfortable for me. I can only think of a handful of instances when I willingly allowed someone to brush the hair out of my eyes or touch my cheek. I can think of only two people who I've ever enjoyed doing it.
James and the woman who was talking to me about Reiki.
James touches my face and I lean into his fingers eagerly. His touch is both a comfort and a burning taunt/call to action. He warms me from head toe and makes me think, simultaneously, of hot, steamy nights in bed ... or .. on the floor ;-D, and laying in bed with my head on his chest and his heart beating against my ear. He does not calm me, but instead incites emotion in me. Deep, never-ending love.
The woman ( bless me, I can't remember her name!) who was talking to me about Reiki at PUD reached out and brushed my bangs from my eyes and I just smiled and continued to listen. It was like sitting at the feet of my mother (not my real mother...what I think it would feel like) and listening to her tell me a story. She was the most comforting person I'd ever met and I longed to sit and talk with her more but she was very busy and I'd already taken up so much of her time. She subdued me so completely I don't think I'll ever approach her again. It felt like my warrior spirit had been tamed if only for a moment. She could have asked me to jump through a flaming hoop and into a pool full of man eating, hungry shark-monsters and I'd have laughed gleefully and done so. Very unnerving!
As for the general strangers? I hesitate at first but once I've gotten a good idea of who they are about I often scare them away because I'll brush my hand on their shoulder or stand a little to close. I have a hard time with people who have such strict bounties. I enjoy affection, even the baseless affection of a would be friend.
My biological family has always treated me poorly so I can't imagine touching them for the most part. My mother gets hugs here and there and I put my hand on my Papa's shoulder now and then but I am not close with them and feel a distance between us that can't seem to be breached even as we sit in the same room.
My biological family is perhaps the only group of people who I do not want to be touched by, besides the odd stranger who gives me a bad vibe or the even rarer person I dislike enough to want to keep at least 5 feet from me. I am a social creature and naturally reach out and put a hand on a shoulder or give a hug good bye. I thrive under human contact and blossom into quite the social butterfly when presented with an equally touchy person.
The only thing I can not stand is when people touch my face. I've never liked people touching my face. Its always been aggravating and uncomfortable for me. I can only think of a handful of instances when I willingly allowed someone to brush the hair out of my eyes or touch my cheek. I can think of only two people who I've ever enjoyed doing it.
James and the woman who was talking to me about Reiki.
James touches my face and I lean into his fingers eagerly. His touch is both a comfort and a burning taunt/call to action. He warms me from head toe and makes me think, simultaneously, of hot, steamy nights in bed ... or .. on the floor ;-D, and laying in bed with my head on his chest and his heart beating against my ear. He does not calm me, but instead incites emotion in me. Deep, never-ending love.
The woman ( bless me, I can't remember her name!) who was talking to me about Reiki at PUD reached out and brushed my bangs from my eyes and I just smiled and continued to listen. It was like sitting at the feet of my mother (not my real mother...what I think it would feel like) and listening to her tell me a story. She was the most comforting person I'd ever met and I longed to sit and talk with her more but she was very busy and I'd already taken up so much of her time. She subdued me so completely I don't think I'll ever approach her again. It felt like my warrior spirit had been tamed if only for a moment. She could have asked me to jump through a flaming hoop and into a pool full of man eating, hungry shark-monsters and I'd have laughed gleefully and done so. Very unnerving!
As for the general strangers? I hesitate at first but once I've gotten a good idea of who they are about I often scare them away because I'll brush my hand on their shoulder or stand a little to close. I have a hard time with people who have such strict bounties. I enjoy affection, even the baseless affection of a would be friend.
My biological family has always treated me poorly so I can't imagine touching them for the most part. My mother gets hugs here and there and I put my hand on my Papa's shoulder now and then but I am not close with them and feel a distance between us that can't seem to be breached even as we sit in the same room.
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