I shared this video on HOHI’s Facebook page, but I felt led to share it here, also, because not all of my subscribers follow HOHI on FB.
I wept as I watched because I could relate to Duke and his fear of being touched. I was the same way after I left my spouse. I didn’t like to be touched in any way. I kept high walls around myself — my closest friend, Mike, used to joke about how prickly I was — not outside, obviously, but my attitude. I don’t know how he was able to love me during that time because I wasn’t very pleasant — my bitterness and anger were a comfortable cloak I wore to protect myself from everyone. Somehow he saw past it all and knew my heart. To me, that’s what a real friend does. He also respected my fear of touch and never tried to cross my self-imposed boundaries.
During this time another friend entered my life and I have no doubt that he was a gift from God. Atticus understood my fears, but he slowly began to challenge me, knowing that touch was not a bad thing and was necessary and needed. He began asking if he could hug me, and it felt foreign and uncomfortable for a while. Eventually, though, I was able to trust him and enjoy being hugged. Then, before I knew it, I was hugging back! Not just hugging Atticus, but other friends — and hugging my children more and more.
I’m still reserved and don’t allow many people to touch me, but I know now that not everyone wants to hurt me. We don’t realize the power of touch and how needed it is. It was those initial hugs from Atticus that helped break down the walls and enabled me to see how much I need hugs and kisses, most especially from my kids.
I’m thankful to God for sending Atticus because he knew what I really needed, and he helped me to see it, also, but in the most loving and gentle way. Thank you, Atticus. You’ve done so much for me. ((hugs))