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Sunday, March 25, 2012
I used to hate to be touched. I had been hurt by so many hands that I would cringe when anyone would touch me. Having been abused at the hands of my mother, step father, and my ex husband I was afraid that no one could be trusted. My former pastor and now dear friend was the first one to let me know that all people need to be touched.. A hand on the shoulder, a gentle hug was something that every human needs. From the time we are infants and through out entire life we need a loving touch. When you can't tell bad touch from a good one you begin to fear all human contact. I still have some problems with this, but I'm beginning to trust some dear friends to give me a hug and feel safe. I still have a way to go but I am making progress.