Animals help. For a long time, I could barely let other humans touch me. Pets were a lot of comfort. Even when I was living in a dorm, I had a little hamster that I would hand feed. Her cage sat on my desk and I would talk to her and give her treats while I did my school work.
My dog now is a great comfort. She's a little doxie-pin, all black with big soulful eyes. She can tell when I'm upset and she comes and lies on top of me to keep me warm. I also have a bunch of stuffed animal rabbits and an otter that I hold.
And though the cyber hugs on here aren't the same thing as loving touch, I found great comfort in writing my trauma diary and having people validate my feelings for the VERY FIRST TIME. They were saying things like, "wow, I can't believe you had to go through that," or "how horrible" or "that's terribly sad," and I started feeling like maybe I wasn't crazy for thinking that my life hurt. I found it very comforting.
I wish you could have a real, live human to comfort you, too. I'm sorry you don't.