I’ve always been sensitive to touch. As a child I often used to wear my socks inside out so I couldn’t feel the seams. I didn’t like anything round my neck or wrists, and I found it impossible to ignore tickly clothing labels.
This sensitivity, particularly to ‘gentle touch’, has remained consistent throughout my life. Fat Sister often strokes me gently in a deliberate, mischievous fashion, teasing me in a way that only siblings can.
In the last few months though, this tactile sensitivity has increased dramatically. I can cope with firm touch or consistent pressure, but lighter or irregular touch makes my body squirm with discomfort. This is particularly noticeable when my carers are helping me shower. Having my hair and body washed has become a gruelling ordeal – I’m even finding the sensation of the water itself difficult to manage.
I’ve got no idea why this has changed, and it’s certainly taking some getting used to, for me and for everyone else!
So to all my friends and family, please don’t worry if I overreact to your touch – I’m just recalibrating.
“Frosty the Snowman is corresponding with his Union.”