tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432747512136647685.post1967446171203588997..comments2024-03-21T20:44:46.883-06:00Comments on Thriving with Neurofibromatosis: Don't Touch Me!NF Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13559650798413176925noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432747512136647685.post-80528322850373238792010-06-02T15:56:44.696-06:002010-06-02T15:56:44.696-06:00I'm sort of the same way, but for a different ...I'm sort of the same way, but for a different reason. I guess I was a really difficult baby (like when I told you about that weird bone deformity?), so I think I never got the idea that being cuddled and stuff was meant for comfort, but I never liked it, to the point where my mom would tell me when I had a boyfriend she wouldn't have to worry about keeping us apart. Anyway, I think a lot of that is from being poked and prodded at doctor's appointments growing up. I still remember the shame I felt when I was being looked at ALL over when I was a kid. So now I still have a lot of trouble with that kind of stuff from time to time. I don't like being touched when I'm upset, I bristle at the idea of being held when I'm sad. But I haven't had tumors to hide. I'm trying now and getting better at it with my boyfriend, but for some reason, I still have a little issues with it with my family, which makes me feel bad.Jennifer Goodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08567885257853378953noreply@blogger.com