Debris of Daily Life

They did know I don’t particularly like being touched but they wanted to be touched all the time so I allowed it. I’ll allow brief touches (brief hugs between close friends, occasional high-fives, a slap on the shoulder) but they touched me way beyond my limit and I didn’t know how to explain it any further since I was pushing through the discomfort and waiting for it to not feel so bad. To this day I still remember how weird I felt during pecks. It felt like I was kissing my brother (not good).

I was required to speak up each time I was touched, which made it harder for me to deal with.