Friday, 11 March 2016

My Spirit Plant Is The Cactus

 Hands in mouth, hands on face, crotches n torsos n faces getting up close and personal, messing with my personal space. Let's begin with a visit to the dentist because a check-up always leaves me in a state for weeks. And then there is the hyperhidrosis, which is a nicer word for excessive sweating, which made shaking hands, handling other peoples property n babies, handling food, writing, reading and removing footwear unbearable and sometimes undoable. And fnally in my thirties I discovered how much I valued my personal space, and it is very much. I don't like being touched!

 A simple handshake has become a struggle. Why is a nod or wave never enough? Hugs and kisses - no thank you but if it has to be, please let it be brief. Huge crowds are a nightmare. And I've become the worst girlfriend to come to for some comforting.

 In many cultures hugging is just not done. Shy people in general don't like to be touched. Some mental disorders prevents patients getting physical. Physical and emotional trauma are two more reasons why people, like me, avoid physical contact. And then there are people, like my partner, who just aren't the touchy feely sort. But my partner and I make one exception - sex. We get it on, we get off, we kiss, we roll over, we move as far away from each other as we can and we're both satisfied.

 My advice : Personal Space Invader Opt Air Hug

 But seriously hugs and kisses release oxytocin giving the hugger and huggee a sense of calm.

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