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When was the last time you had physical contact with another human being?

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Human physical and mental health is affected by another human touch It would seem. Makes sense to me. Isolation can be quite an experience and can cause some unwanted after effects.
Covid came along and we had social-distancing. Seems this has caused some ill side effects for many (depression, addiction etc). Studies continue.
I am just wondering when others last had physical contact with another (doesn't have to be sex but can include it). A hug, holding hands, peck on the cheek, massage or some other form of intimate contact.

I usually get hugs and kisses each day. When I am "away" a day or more I actually feel a descent in moral (for lack of a better word). Hell, it's gotten to the point of instantly missing the presence of my "others".

How long has it been..?
 
I would be happy never being touched again.

So many people have behaved like they are entitled to touch me whether I want them to or not that thinking about it makes my skin crawl.

I tolerate it for politeness like giving friends a quick hug when I meet them, that's OK as long as its not bare skin.

My boyf I feel awful for. He deserves someone less ruined than me.
 
Neither of us enjoyed the experience.
Thinking that her having someone there has an effect in some way that is better than no one.
Also I am under the impression that you hold some empathy and genuine care. What if you didn't help her...? Maybe there would be some "negative' impact regarding your health mentally (which can have some serious physical side effects) either immediately or somewhere down the road. Thanks for being there.
I am not in any way a doctor and I no longer play one on TV. This is all merely thinking out loud with a keyboard.
I would be happy never being touched again.
After serving 7 years back in the day, I came out in a very similar state. It has been going on 40 years since release. I am still hyper reactive to unexpected touches. I basically freak out and am on guard in an instant. Cringe-mode.
Seems the longer we are isolated from touch the less we want it. It's like we adapt mentally to deal with the solitude in a more indifferent way. At least these are some of my experiences and reflections on this.
I also dislike touch since a very young age and I attribute this to the abuse. I find it shocking that some of my sexual fantasies are related to this period. Not me doing things to others but them to me. It is also a bit shameful to me cause I feel that something is awry.
 
Thinking that her having someone there has an effect in some way that is better than no one....
Absolutely. I am her only child and her only living relative. If not me, who?
I am glad to be here for her. After all, she brought me into this world and raised me as a single mother from when I was 3 till she remarried when I was 7. It's only fair that I help her in her final days.
However, she has always been a strong and independent woman -- ahead of her time in many ways -- so it is painful for both of us to experience her severe mental and physical decline.
Also we've always had a complicated relationship. We love each other but do not particularly like each other. Living together is awkward at best.
 
Thinking that her having someone there has an effect in some way that is better than no one.
Also I am under the impression that you hold some empathy and genuine care. What if you didn't help her...? Maybe there would be some "negative' impact regarding your health mentally (which can have some serious physical side effects) either immediately or somewhere down the road. Thanks for being there.
I am not in any way a doctor and I no longer play one on TV. This is all merely thinking out loud with a keyboard.

After serving 7 years back in the day, I came out in a very similar state. It has been going on 40 years since release. I am still hyper reactive to unexpected touches. I basically freak out and am on guard in an instant. Cringe-mode.
Seems the longer we are isolated from touch the less we want it. It's like we adapt mentally to deal with the solitude in a more indifferent way. At least these are some of my experiences and reflections on this.
I also dislike touch since a very young age and I attribute this to the abuse. I find it shocking that some of my sexual fantasies are related to this period. Not me doing things to others but them to me. It is also a bit shameful to me cause I feel that something is awry.
thank you.

just thank you.

i've never said to someone before, even on here, that i just don't want to be touched, ever, and received a respectful response. its always been deeply retraumatising, people trying to explain to me why i'm wrong when they can't possibly understand. i didn't get that from you. i got respect and identification. so thank you. but also, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. that you had to go through something that forced you to become indifferent to touch. its so sad we had something so central to the human experience taken from us.

its not shameful. i've got similar wires crossed in my head. if it had been in different circumstances i'd have enjoyed the way one of my abusers fucked me. brains are weird things and make such bizarre conclusions based on the evidence in front of them.

also please if soemone wants to add something joyful about being touched, i think that's the spirit in which the thread was started and it would make me personally feel more hopeful if we could get some accounts from people who derive positive emotions from the human touch.

@jasperkent i can't say anything meaningful about your mum other than you['re doing the right thing and that is a lot. i have a complicated relationship with my mum too and about 20 years ago i promised her i'd look after her in old age. that promise has kept me from suicide. but i hope one day i'll be able to translate it into the sort of action you have.
 
Probably more than 7 months ago on my birthday when I saw some friends. I'm not a huge hugger (courtesy complex PTSD and autism side by side) and my old friend once described me as 'the most tactile averse person he's ever met.' It took me a full year and a bit to hug this guy in the initial stage of our friendship after an earlier incident where he tried to hug me goodbye after class and I pushed him away aggressively, grabbed his shirt in my hands, and told him 'dont fucking do that again' before storming away. He texted that night to ask what was up and I said 'i don't like hugs' to which he replied 'that is possibly the understatement of the century eli.' on my birthday almost a year later I was drunk and when he got up to leave he got a sort of one armed half hug and stood there stunned while people went 'oh did someone get their first Eli hug? How long did you have to wait, I waited 5 years' and the like.

My old housemate, the first person I lived stably with after leaving my parents house recognised early on that I was fairly touch starved but could not seem to allow myself to permit hugs. He would offer them and be said he could see the disagreement between two sides in my head, one wanting it and the other running away. Then one day I asked him for one cause I really needed one, and he obliged. Eventually this formed into the 'help Eli understand that hugging other men is okay and safe' gang.

My ongoing issue with hugs, the reason I have to always initiate them and cannot trust someone who does it before me is because between 2017-2021 I was still being sexually harrassed by my dad who would feel up my ass whenever he would hug me. Benign, as far as child sexual abuse but at my later years the only way he could extend the suffering. So I learnt from experience that a male hugging me resulted, or would potentially result in having my ass slapped.

So you can understand my severe and immediate adverse reaction to any male person initiating the hug. I couldn't trust their intentions. It has been so hard for me getting to a place where I can offer a hug without a second thought, and I'm worlds away from the man who previously fought friends off and ran away, but I still don't love them.

I do them because I think it's important that my friends know I'm putting effort in to show them I care in a way that they enjoy. And hugs from me are perceived as special to those who know anything about me. They're a rare gift. Very few people are in the 'always get a hug' category.

In terms of sexual partners I've had a couple, though they've all been one night stands and again, I'm fairly standoffish after sex and just get dressed and leave. I have no need or desire to stick around.
 
Today with my wife more than 2 times less than 4 i have to brag somewhere not normal service
 
I am extremely lucky in that I have a 3 month old son who contact-naps on me every day. This means he literally sleeps in my arms during the day while I sit on the couch and do internet stuff and watch TV. The amount of oxytocin constantly gushing through my brain is unreal 🥰

So many people have behaved like they are entitled to touch me whether I want them to or not that thinking about it makes my skin crawl.
This is deeply alarming to read 😳😳😳
Who thinks and behaves like they are entitled to touch you without your consent?? Sounds like you need to make your boundaries a bit more clear honey <3
 
Two nights ago I was completely amped on meth and unable to sleep for the third night in a row but I lay on my back in bed in the darkness looking at nothing while someone snuggled into my shoulder with my one arm around them as they slept and I gently stroked their hair with my other hand and let my mind wander peacefully for five contended hours until daylight came and they woke.

Fortunately I’ve slept almost non-stop since.
 
This is deeply alarming to read 😳😳😳
Who thinks and behaves like they are entitled to touch you without your consent?? Sounds like you need to make your boundaries a bit more clear honey <3
almost exclusively men, funnily enough. most people you just flinch away once and they've got the message. i've ended friendships with people who haven't, and when i've tried to explain to them that though i know they are trying to comfort me or have some other positive intention they've pushed back.

with rapists there is not much of a way to set boundaries, they don't care. the only one i've found to work for that is making a physical boundary a few hundred miles wide. that was very effective but not that practical.

i just got in from a run and my boyf had put a cup of tea and some chocolate on my desk. that feels like a hug to me.
 
Sex, Sunday/monday night. First time in a while. Physical contact is really important to me, better with someone you have a long term connection with but anything is good. Family arent and have never been huggy people, except my mum.She only hugs when she;s really worried about me.
 
Getting handsy with a girl in July 1999...last time having sex 1 year before with my wife/ex-wife.
 
Last time I had sex was almost ten years ago, now. I miss it sometimes but tbph I would miss more what I have now when it is gone. Not gonna fool myself into thinking anything is forever but can hope. :) WTF else do we have these days? :rofl:
On a different note glad I was able to get a little chuckle at myself as this thread kinda hurts and it is meant to cover any and all bases. I almost put it in the lounge (for a "dynamic" response) but thought better of it cause we can be some insensitive asses at times.
Was such a sexual bastard back in the day... damn if perspectives dont change over time.
 
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My boyf I feel awful for. He deserves someone less ruined than me.
The mother of my daughter had been raped as a sixteen year old. Her first experience of sex. We deeply cared for each other but her discomfort with any physical intimacy - even a hug or bodies touching lightly in bed - made it so difficult for me at least to keep the relationship at a level above friendship even when we shared a house and a (very cold) bed.

I certainly never saw her as ruined and for years believed that beneath her cold and reserved exterior there was a beautiful core of warmth and romantic need (I;’d been to a rehab that was big on the inner child idea). I thought that all I had to do was be patient, undemanding, gentle, and kind until she thawed (for want of a better term) in her own good time. I obviously missed something I really wanted in those years - genuine intimacy - but I also gained a lot by learning that there are a lot of ways to love someone and that sex was a fairly minor need in my life when balanced against non-sexual intimacy. To this day I’m grateful for those years and the way they deeply influenced my sexuality. i still find it exceedingly difficult to initiate any kind of penetrative sex with a woman and need to be thoroughly convinced it is something she will truly enjoy.

In the end though there was no thaw and I realised it was over when we started having serious conversations about making our relationship open for me. I could live without sex but struggled without any opportunity to express my affection, care, and concern affection in a tactile way. She didn’t quite grasp that and I think that she made me leave in a very generous gesture of love and concern for my happiness.

I imagine your boyfriend sees wonderful things in you that enhance his life in many different ways. Whatever he might forgo physically is no doubt of less value to him than everything else you bring to the relationship. So long as he does not make the mistake I made and think he can somehow repair you there is no real reason why he cannot find enormous happiness with you I am sure.
 
I had a support worker I had to fire 2 weeks after I hired her. On the topic of hugging. She asked if there were any specific support requirements I had and I explicitly told her that no physical contact would be accepted in any way shape or form. She seemed a bit put off by this and said she was a very physically affectionate person (autism missed this red flag - fucking boundaries man, who is touching their clients unless for personal care type support) but hey she had been a worker for 16 years so what did I know. We went to a Kmart and she answered the phone on shift with me to talk to a different client without asking before excusing herself to go into a different island and sort of caressing my arm as she went. I flinched and sort of felt myself start to dissociate as I felt like my boundary again wasn't fucking being respected cause laid down one simple fucking rule. Don't. Touch. Me. It isn't hard. And you shouldn't be doing it anyway.

Ended up firing her a week later because of this, the fact that she pressured me to let her leave work early despite not having prompted me to do any personal care, and charged me $90 an hour for 2 hours for only doing a 20 min shift. And she used a fake disability parking permit to pick me up and I'm like 'what the fuck are you using that for, you know I have no mobility issues, park up the road. I can walk 5-10 min to the car it's a nice walk. It's morally wrong to prevent a phsyically handicapped person from utilising this parking spot just because you're helping me and I have a developmental disability.'

All three things tipped me over the edge and I called my support coordinator to fire her. I texted her about the hugging thing and explained that I was basically done with her that shift (which was the first) but I gave her another shot and she didn't make the cut.

The thing that annoyed me though is this. She was like 'aw no I'm a hugger' when I told her. As though I'm somehow doing her a disservice or being unfair.

Oh no, I'm not? It's my support. It's fucking 2 goddamn hours. Do your job. I hug other people I care about when I must to make them know I deeply care for them. I'm expected to ensure shoulder pats and handshakes and all sorts of shit. Relationships involve a significant amount of physical contact on a regular basis. All of these things I do for other people, and you can't keep your huggy little hands to yourself for 2 fucking short hours? Not even 30 minutes into the first shift you did it. Like oh my lord above. How atrocious.

I really hate that hugs are seen as the standard. I enjoy forcing non hugging dominance early in a relationship by refusing to engage in the hug dance where someone offers one. I just stand there and make no move to accept it. I don't pretend to do it for people I don't really care about and I don't buy into hugging people I don't trust. My willingness to hug someone directly correlates to how deeply I trust them. My old housemate always, always gets a hug. I always ask for one because I love him a lot and he has done a lot for me. His partner, before I dumped her due to her poor attitude, lost the hug card because she once sexually assaulted me at an event when she was drunk by caressing me all over my body while I froze up and couldn't move and was asking her repeatedly to stop saying no over and over again until a friend pulled her off me and allowed themselves to be mauled instead. I ran out the door, all the way home then fell into bed without getting changed. When I woke up the next morning I messaged a friend asking what it was about me that made people (my dad during all this time was infringing on personal physical boundaries every single time I had to see him so I constantly was alert for it) just not fucking listen when I loudly and aggressively state I do not enjoy being touched and despite all evidence to the contrary, they will proceed anyway. My friend said this person seemed a bit rapey, and that I should message her telling her that she had really upset me and see how she reacted. She was very ashamed of it but understood when I told her I wouldn't hug her anymore.

The big thing I want anyone who reads this to take away from my post is this. Non huggers often (but not always) have a damn good reason for not wanting the action to occur. Many autistic people hate how hugs feel due to sensory issues. I'm in that category and I need consistently distributed pressure over my body using compression garments or use of a weighted blanket to benefit from any type of 'hug like' simulation. Some autistic people seek out hugs as they love the feeling of them. Many survivors of sexual trauma, especially childhood sexual abuse, have a pathological drive away from hugging. For me it was automatic. Guys at lacrosse would hug me at parties while drunk and I'd come out swinging ready to pile them into the ground for daring to touch me. Or I'd fight and push them away before running around the corner and hiding. Many of us want to have 'safe' touch but it's hard to know exactly what that looks like and I would argue it requires certain people in a survivors life to provide the slow introduction to various forms of physical affection to build that tolerance.

With me it came from friends doing this thing where when I arrived they would stand there making the motion for a hug, and I'd walk past going 'not today man' and they'd stop and follow me in. When I left they would do the same thing. And I'd go 'sorry, not today' and that continued for over a year, with random successes here and there. Then I started accepting the hugs. I didn't view them as initiating them as I clearly was in total control of the outcome. Eventually it progressed to me just saying 'hug me?' and they would do that. Finally now it is more automatically done. That is a whole 6 years of targetted, organised, coordinated efforts by a connected group of my friends who brainstormed and communicated about my progress, success, deterioration, and finally the ability to end the gang.

So the next time someone says they don't want a hug, I wish more people like those in this thread would think it's chill instead of us being standoffish. I don't judge them for throwing out what I consider a more special connection to whoever they want, nor should I be judged for my unwillingness to do so.

TEAM NOT HUGGING
 
a peck in the morn,an ass pat in the kitchen, a boob smashing tight hug, some weird elbow rubbing , a low five, a titty poke and this was before i returned home from work to a firm knuckle rolling hand shake from my spouse
 
The mother of my daughter had been raped as a sixteen year old. Her first experience of sex. We deeply cared for each other but her discomfort with any physical intimacy - even a hug or bodies touching lightly in bed - made it so difficult for me at least to keep the relationship at a level above friendship even when we shared a house and a (very cold) bed.

I certainly never saw her as ruined and for years believed that beneath her cold and reserved exterior there was a beautiful core of warmth and romantic need (I;’d been to a rehab that was big on the inner child idea). I thought that all I had to do was be patient, undemanding, gentle, and kind until she thawed (for want of a better term) in her own good time. I obviously missed something I really wanted in those years - genuine intimacy - but I also gained a lot by learning that there are a lot of ways to love someone and that sex was a fairly minor need in my life when balanced against non-sexual intimacy. To this day I’m grateful for those years and the way they deeply influenced my sexuality. i still find it exceedingly difficult to initiate any kind of penetrative sex with a woman and need to be thoroughly convinced it is something she will truly enjoy.

In the end though there was no thaw and I realised it was over when we started having serious conversations about making our relationship open for me. I could live without sex but struggled without any opportunity to express my affection, care, and concern affection in a tactile way. She didn’t quite grasp that and I think that she made me leave in a very generous gesture of love and concern for my happiness.

I imagine your boyfriend sees wonderful things in you that enhance his life in many different ways. Whatever he might forgo physically is no doubt of less value to him than everything else you bring to the relationship. So long as he does not make the mistake I made and think he can somehow repair you there is no real reason why he cannot find enormous happiness with you I am sure.
thank you for sharing this from the perspective of someone on the other side. its sad that you couldn't work it out but there are certain things that are necessary for a relationship to work and if she couldn't give you what you needed then it was too much of a sacrifice to be tenable long term.

its a bit different for us because we met before all the shit that happened. so he's seen the change. i'm not completely cold just nowhere near as touchy feely as i was, about 99% of physical closeness is initiated by him, and i go along with it because i know he does need it. some days its easier, some days its harder. very occasionally, a hug from him feels lovely, so there's improvement.
 
Last time I had sex was almost ten years ago, now. I miss it sometimes but tbph I would miss more what I have now when it is gone. Not gonna fool myself into thinking anything is forever but can hope. :) WTF else do we have these days? :rofl:
On a different note glad I was able to get a little chuckle at myself as this thread kinda hurts and it is neant to cover any amd all bases. I almost put it in the lounge (for a "dynamic" response) but thought better of it cause we can be some insensitive asses at times.
Was such a sexual bastard back in the day... damn if perspectives dont change over time.

I can be a sexual bastard but the strongest and most meaningful memories I have of human contact aren't sexual at all.
 
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