There’s a really common sense take on feeling (or showing) love & affection called the 5 Love Languages. In no particular order...
- Physical Touch
- Words of Affirmation
- Acts of Service
- Gifts
- Quality Time
Most people tend to have a primary or two, one or two secondaries, and then are unaffected -or even actively repelled- by the rest.
When I get all
Dont f*cking touch me ...I’m in a really bad place, because physical touch is my very very strong (and very solo) primary. If I care about you at all? I’ve probably touched you a half dozen times in the past hour. Assuming I’m not actually
sitting on you (or sprawled over, leaning on, have thrown a leg over, dragging you up off a chair, linked arms, etc.). It’s not a very conscious thing & it’s incrediably difficult for me not to trail my hand over someone’s back as I walk by the chair they’re in, shoulder bump, hair tousle, cheek kiss, and any of 1000 other ways that I’m super handsy (footsy, army, leggy, kissy, huggy, tackley, thumpy, etc.).
I have to work reeeeally hard to “speak” other people’s love languages that have no impact on me. I use the example of my son & gifts (his primary) fairly often. Or my bestie and her words of affirmation. Just like physical touch being far more about the little things, we’re not talking diamonds (season tickets, whatever) and love poems (or grand declarations) for these two, either. Simply giving my son a French fry off my plate or folding a paper crane for him out of a scrap piece of paper? Makes him as glowy happy as if I’d just gone out and bought him something. (For $1 or $1,000). Someone? Is thinking of him. And giving him something. Small/big matters about as little as if someone brushes my cheek with their hand or gives me a flying tackle hug. Ditto my bestie. I get more traction with her if I leave a note on her mirror, or answer the phone to say I can’t talk (instead of letting it go to voice mail) than
any other action I could do that doesn’t involve words. (Ditto, words are super powerful to her, if I say it? I’d better mean it!)
I bring all this up because
I notice that if she says something during the hug, I feel comforted... by the words.
Aaaaaaand because what I said earlier about
don’t f*cking touch me being a place I go to when doing badly.
Someone trying to get me to connect via one of the love languages I don’t connect to... ever? Acts of Service being a good example... is going to gain zero traction with me. I can do it, sure. It’s just not going to have much value attached to it.
Someone trying to get me to connect using one of my primary or secondary languages? Things I actually
feel & feel hard? Are going to net very different results. And have different paths to getting back there, where I can connect.
Has anyone had to work on this? Is there a happy ending? Will I ever feel good or relaxed during a hug?
If any of the above resonates? Where do you think you fall on the touch thing?
If it’s not your language, then I would suspect you’d feel good hugging about as much as I do taking out the trash, buying prezzies, etc. IE Eh. Granted, that’s about a 1000 miles better than
don’t ficking touch me! :D But it’s also not going to be warm fuzzies & happy little glow.
If it is your language? Or one of them? Cha. Once the sharp edges and trauma BS are chipped away at... IME... You’ll get that back.