What is it about mentioning the word touch?
If you Google or Bing the word touch you get this:
- Really this is what touch has become?
That is not the touch I want to talk about, I want to talk about human touch.
I had to search with the words “people touching” before I could find something even close to an image describing how touch has impacted me. The word makes me excited and it seems to make search engines choke. Clearly, the internet could use an education in touch, but a computer is just bits and pieces of code, 1′s and 0′s put in lines so that the computer can follow instructions properly.
I think of that word and it sends chills down my spine, little tiny goosebumps form all over my arms and I anticipate the excitement that is to come. The connection that soon will be flowing as I communicate in the simplest way possible. A computer does not think about those feelings or even understand the anticipation behind why touch is so important. So of course the search engine does not understand how to give me an image for this most basic form of communication.
Is touch really that simple though? As a child I remember a number of bad things that happened and fortunately none of them involved touch. I thank God for that because having a bad association with touch is not something I could handle. I remember the fights, while they were not all the time, they were always looming in the background. It is what happens to children when their parents get divorced, that tension is always there, waiting and watching until everything is ok. Then the fight pounces and all of a sudden nothing is ok.
That was when touch would always bring me back to life. No matter how upset I was or how frustrating things got someone could hug me and everything would be ok. My mother could stroke the inside of my arm and instantly I would be calm. My husband can do that now and it is like being rocked to sleep, transporting me back to when just that small touch could put me at ease.
I am the kind of person that needs hundreds of hugs a month to survive. I am the kind of woman who requires my hand hp;ding when I scared, hurt, sad or depressed. Especially, when feeling depressed. That touch is a reassurance that everything could be better than what it is right now.
Touch is my communication. Touch is my anti-drug, sedative, pain-reliever and stress-reducer. In a world where half the things I hear, say and do are not making sense anymore, touch is what makes sense.
I can not imagine growing up or living in a world and not being able to feel things with my finger tips. I want to share this comfort with the world and make others understand the wonders that touch can provide.
How has touch impacted you?
Because at this point it is the concept of touch that I am using to inspire me to move forward with my life. Keyword searches do not make sense to me, corporate America does not make sense to me, but touch, that makes sense. It could be touching the keyboard while writing or touching someone to help heal them. Either way touch will be the driving force behind whatever will happen next.
