The Importance of Human Contact

I used to tell my girls and husband that we need a dozen hugs a day plus one to grow on.  After all of the nastiness and isolation from the prison, police officers and doctors, MCs and military, and bars and pool tournaments and OSHA attorneys and DFCS and DSS and identity thefts and ransomware, then COVID and alienation from my daughter and friends and family for Verizon wireless cyberattack and the pipeline and crack cocaine indictments retaliation and IRS identity thefts and Facebook thing, just a terrible scary scandal and identity theft....it's been a while since I simply just hugged someone.  Today I simply hugged my client.  

I thought of the fact that I used to try to get a dozen hugs a day from my husband, my children, and loved ones on a regular basis.  I was denied any affection or human contact as part of the retaliation, they were angry at me over a miscarriage and all but did a public stoning for the Christian Community and Peach County Georgia officials.  That along with the extortion from prison and creepy Ashley Madison ransom.  I can't even describe all the nastiness that went on these people were relentless and will stop at nothing.  I think they put me on some kind of weird area in the internet in the web and seriously these people do strange things but you would have to go through it to fully comprehend.  What made me think of it is I saw a commentary on the Christian television network today at my morning client.  It was talking about the importance of the endorphins released from one hug.  He was talking about the struggle of today's anxiety from isolation and abuse.  I know that well.  I figured what the heck hugs feel good and it may not be a dozen but if I just get one hug a day from a human being I will be doing better than I have been.  It's been probably years,  months,  days since someone was actually glad to see me everyday or looking forward to my presence in their everyday life.  My clients give me part of that back.  They are usually very glad to see me.  Actually they're almost like the real family I had once.  So today I simply hugged my client.  I simply replied how about a hug , I think we could use one?  In response I heard three words that I haven't heard since a visit with my mom.  I love you!  I hope they know I love them too.

So, I'm already plotting where to retrieve my hug for tomorrow.   

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