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Just to acknowledge our collective hug deprivation.......The tinsel guy is my brother.....all the other ones are public........Today I'm envious of all those who have a partner they can cuddle with.....I feel barren and raw......I feel like howling at the moon.......
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I understand completely~~  I'm a hugger too!!!
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I understand completely~~ I'm a hugger too!!!
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This social distancing and avoiding interactions with other humans has become a big problem. Psychologists are warning of the harmful consequences. I need HUGS like my daily food. About two weeks ago a neighbor called me and asked, if he could come over for a cup of coffee and a talk. This loneliness would drive him crazy. It was so refreshing to talk and laugh....... no masks....... I put pizza in the oven and enjoyed the normal life. When my stepdaughter visits, we hug each other...... There is a lot to discuss about what is going on......... Happiness is when what you think, what you say, what you do are in harmony - M. Gandhi
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Can I come out and howl at the moon with you? Since Joe broke his arm three months ago, we have not been able to have a mutual hug, and with him sleeping in a hospital bed right now, I can't even snuggle up close to him. When I was still a nurse, I was a toucher, a hugger, and most of my elderly patients seemed to really enjoy it. I never realized just how much the touch of another person could mean, until I was widowed. My kids and grandkids would hug me as they left, so I wasn't totally deprived. But one day, one of my patients came up behind me and began to rub her hand across my shoulders and finished with a hug. I almost melted with the sweet emotion.... and then I understood better why they always seemed so appreciative of the little touches and hugs I gave them. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Can I come out and howl at the moon with you? Since Joe broke his arm three months ago, we have not been able to have a mutual hug, and with him sleeping in a hospital bed right now, I can't even snuggle up close to him. When I was still a nurse, I was a toucher, a hugger, and most of my elderly patients seemed to really enjoy it. I never realized just how much the touch of another person could mean, until I was widowed. My kids and grandkids would hug me as they left, so I wasn't totally deprived. But one day, one of my patients came up behind me and began to rub her hand across my shoulders and finished with a hug. I almost melted with the sweet emotion.... and then I understood better why they always seemed so appreciative of the little touches and hugs I gave them.
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Nothing like a good warm tight
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Your comment brought back a memory for me.....I was in my early 20's and had moved to Victoria to be with the man who became my husband. Victoria had a lot of retirees and I took a job working in an assisted living facility. My job was to assist the elderly clients with grooming, dressing, making them comfortable and even reading to them, playing cards etc. When I brushed and arranged their hair, or dressed them or fed them, I would touch them the way I would my own grandmother......Several of them started asking for me and even would have a tantrum if they got someone else. The supervisor told me very sternly that I wasn't to touch them more than was absolutely necessary to get the job done....and I wasn't to joke around or be too familiar.......I asked why and she said that they will get attached and get very disturbed when I'm not available.....or when I quit. So I quit.......It was too sad .....that these old people never got affection or playful interaction.......and I put it firmly out of my mind........ When Joe had to spend a few days in a facility last year after breaking his leg, I noticed that nobody at all seemed to give that individual care anymore. I find that sad and tragic. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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What a sad person that supervisor must have been to make such stupid remarks! I would have loved having someone like you work with my patients. The problem I found with many younger workers was just the opposite..... they didn't spend enough time interacting with the elderly and often talked over their heads with other workers. My older workers were usually the ones who gave the most compassionate care. When Joe had to spend a few days in a facility last year after breaking his leg, I noticed that nobody at all seemed to give that individual care anymore. I find that sad and tragic.
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