Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "Joy"
Joy
My friends joke a lot about the fact that I don't like to be touched, especially by people that I don't know. I can't actually point to a specific reason or anything that happened to me that makes me that way, I've just always needed a large amount of personal space. There have been times where it has hurt my feelings, even though an off-hand comment like, “Well, I don't have issues with being touched like you do”, while targeted, wasn't meant to be wounding.
It takes trust and that has to be built. He has been surprisingly understanding about it. The day that I let him hug me and let him keep hugging me, because it did feel good was unmistakably exciting for him. He was so happy that he just kept grinning like a fool, publicly sharing his joy for everyone to see.
My friends joke a lot about the fact that I don't like to be touched, especially by people that I don't know. I can't actually point to a specific reason or anything that happened to me that makes me that way, I've just always needed a large amount of personal space. There have been times where it has hurt my feelings, even though an off-hand comment like, “Well, I don't have issues with being touched like you do”, while targeted, wasn't meant to be wounding.
It takes trust and that has to be built. He has been surprisingly understanding about it. The day that I let him hug me and let him keep hugging me, because it did feel good was unmistakably exciting for him. He was so happy that he just kept grinning like a fool, publicly sharing his joy for everyone to see.