Tactile

The sense I use the most to explore the world is touch. I’m an extremely tactile person. Getting the feel of things is how I comprehend them.

I suspect that most people think that I fidget too much. While I’m listening to others, my hands are often in motion. If there’s anything slippery or soft or oddly shaped in my presence, I’m petting it like a pedigree cat. If I’m wearing clothing with complex stitching, I’m tracing its contours, over and over and over again.

I pet my dog so much that I’m amazed he has any fur left on his body. He seems to like it, though. At least, he keeps coming back for more. (I can’t imagine owning a Mexican Hairless, but I’m dying to know what one feels like.)

I don’t mind navigating dark spaces if I’m familiar with them, because my hands and feet tell me where I am. If I were to go blind, I might be upset, but I’d quickly adapt. (I would like to know how touching someone’s face helps a blind person visualize it, but it’s not like I can walk up to people and ask to touch their faces.)

If I’m told not to touch something, it drives me absolutely nuts. I become obsessed. What does that thing feel like? I have to know! Fortunately, my desire to follow the rules is stronger than my desire to inspect. Usually. So the Mona Lisa would be safe with me. Probably.

I absolutely love holding my husband’s hand. I adore sincere hugs. I love baths because they feel like full body hugs. Walking barefoot seems like the ultimate luxury to me.

Am I weird, or is this normal? Does this resonate with you, dear reader? If it does, I’d like to shake your hand.

Touch

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2 thoughts on “Tactile

  1. Angiportus

    Yes, it does, maybe not quite so much, though I’m not interested in touching people, nor want to be touched. Cats and dogs, especially cats, yes. As I have gotten older I have gotten better at figuring out what something would feel like, inferring, and feeling less need to actually touch it.
    I depend on sight, but hearing and smell are as important as touch. Many years back I was walking home along a sidewalk, with kids playing somewhere nearby, and all of a sudden I jumped sideways. A kid riding backwards on a trike shot right through where I had been. My ears had picked up the symmetry of the approaching sounds behind and warned me before I could consciously think.

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