Yeah.
I have touch deprivation. Sometimes .. well, often .. I crave physical contact with someone. Human touch. The feel of skin against skin. The lack of it is something quite palpable, a very tangible pain.
But I also crave emotional intimacy and affection. It might not involve actual physical contact, but the lack of any emotionally intimate engagement and interaction hurts just as much as the absence of any touch. Just looking at photos, or watching videos, or reading about someone else’s intimate experiences or fantasies, just doesn’t cut it. That is not engaging with someone else. That is not interacting with someone else.
(And no, paying someone is not affectionate or intimate)
When I talk about being invisible, it isn’t just about being visually seen. It isn’t about being seen by someone’s eyes. It is also about being emotionally invisible. That nobody has ever looked at me with affection, and intimately, with their heart.
Knowing that ... it is a different type of loneliness, that often feels like it is difficult to explain. To say it hurts, that it is painful, is an understatement, but it also often feels like a lot of people only associate those words with something like a physical wound, or a physical illness. It is kind of dismissed as an over-reaction.
When I read about people recovering from bullying and abuse, most of the time there is also someone there in their story. Someone supportive, and loving. Someone who takes the time to see them, and who doesn’t run away because there is too much baggage or whatever. But, what if you don’t have that person? Or anyone, really, in your life at all.
I guess that is why I thought the internet might be a better, or easier place for me to find someone. That maybe making an emotional connection would be easier for someone else to do with me, and maybe that would lead to something more. Maybe it wouldn’t. Affection and intimacy can start with words .... but they can’t always just stay as words alone.
Maybe it was hope. I don’t know. Another lesson in how empty hope is, when there is nobody else who wants to try. How lonely hope can be ....
I have touch deprivation. Sometimes .. well, often .. I crave physical contact with someone. Human touch. The feel of skin against skin. The lack of it is something quite palpable, a very tangible pain.
But I also crave emotional intimacy and affection. It might not involve actual physical contact, but the lack of any emotionally intimate engagement and interaction hurts just as much as the absence of any touch. Just looking at photos, or watching videos, or reading about someone else’s intimate experiences or fantasies, just doesn’t cut it. That is not engaging with someone else. That is not interacting with someone else.
(And no, paying someone is not affectionate or intimate)
When I talk about being invisible, it isn’t just about being visually seen. It isn’t about being seen by someone’s eyes. It is also about being emotionally invisible. That nobody has ever looked at me with affection, and intimately, with their heart.
Knowing that ... it is a different type of loneliness, that often feels like it is difficult to explain. To say it hurts, that it is painful, is an understatement, but it also often feels like a lot of people only associate those words with something like a physical wound, or a physical illness. It is kind of dismissed as an over-reaction.
When I read about people recovering from bullying and abuse, most of the time there is also someone there in their story. Someone supportive, and loving. Someone who takes the time to see them, and who doesn’t run away because there is too much baggage or whatever. But, what if you don’t have that person? Or anyone, really, in your life at all.
I guess that is why I thought the internet might be a better, or easier place for me to find someone. That maybe making an emotional connection would be easier for someone else to do with me, and maybe that would lead to something more. Maybe it wouldn’t. Affection and intimacy can start with words .... but they can’t always just stay as words alone.
Maybe it was hope. I don’t know. Another lesson in how empty hope is, when there is nobody else who wants to try. How lonely hope can be ....