I met a wonderful intelligent man online years ago on a different blog. I did my normal sign off using hugs, and the person wrote back saying he understood why I did that but could I not do it with him as it caused him emotional / mental discomfort. I replied of course and I really do try to make sure not to do something that would make this grand person uncomfortable. The few times I slipped up and signed off when replying to him, I used hugs I was very appologetic. But he said he understood it was a mistake and not done to harm him so he was able to overlook it. I really value this person’s inclusion in my life and I wouldn’t ever want to disrespect him or anyone else. He has taught me so many important things, and I am glad he told me about how giving him virtual hugs was hurting him.
How ever I want to include that when I was expressing my abuse and crying on the post this person who finds hugs personally harmful gave me hugs to show he cared. How grand! He took the harm to help me. That is a wonderful way of showing you care.
So when I saw this image I immediately thought of him. So thank you, my friend. I did not use your name because I was not sure whether you would want me to. But for the few times I messed up and used the wrong sign off, I send you this to show I think I understand. Best wishes always.
Scottie's Playtime 
There was no hugging in my family as a child. Go figure. But after I left my home for good someone hugged me, can’t remember who. I felt xso good, so warm, so loved I just melted. I started hugging everyone I could. When I started hanging out at the Zoo, my favourite bar, a waitress asked if I would give her a hug, she needed to feel some love. She loved the way I hugged her. Suddenly not just her, but all the waitresses started coming to me when I entered the bar, or when they came on shift if I was already there. Sometimes female patrons in the bar would ask me for a hug too even if they didn’t know me. The one waitress, nicknamed Strawberry, started calling me the best hugger in the world, meaning the Zoo, and more girls/women asked for hugs. Hhat was one of the best times of my life. Hugging was such a good thing for me and them. Sadly I had to leave that city, that bar. While I still get some unsolicited hugs, I never get as many as I did then. I miss it.
So hugs to you, and Ron, Scottie. Though I have never spoken to Ron, I love you both.
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Hi Rawgod. I love your sharing about hugs. I am glad you got those hugs when you needed them. My story is about the same. No hugs growing up, just pain and threats. But when I met someone who wanted to hug, to touch without sex, I learned how grand just touching someone else can be for me. Ron and I often hug during the day, especially if one of us is struggling or not feeling well. I will pass your hugs on to Ron, he will enjoy them.
But I do understand why some don’t want to be touched like that. I did not during my first few years in the military, as it triggered me, reminding me of people using my body without my control. Once I learned I could be in control, it all changed for me. So I honor those that don’t want to be touched even with a virtual hug and I give positive hugs to those that enjoy them. Hugs
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No, never force a hug on anyone. But do open your arms to them. They probably need to be hugged, most people do. If they do want a hug, they will walk into your open arms.
Peace.
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