I am a very physically afectionate person.
I cuddle and squeeze and kiss Pete and the small children in my life.
When I am hanging out with friends,
I am happy to squish next to them and laugh and chat, though
I am not very comfortable sitting close to butches other than Pete.
But I do have a very low tolerance for what I experience as being suffocated.
It might be because I have asthma, or because
I spend a lot of time with students who need a lot from me, or because
The adults in my family didn't have good boundaries about personal space.
I can't stand light touch that feels like tickling either.
Pete knows that it feels invasive and scary to me, and that
I might not be able to control a physically aggressive response.
I don't always understand myself, to tell you the truth.
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