I craved touch after my divorce. I learned to accept casual intimacy from friends.
Briefly

"Humans need physical touch, and the sudden loss of it can be jarring, as I have recently experienced. Almost nobody touched me after my partner left."
"I felt a skin-crawling desperation for touch. I missed hugs, cuddles, and casually leaning against someone while talking or walking."
"When I was a homeless queer teenager, I spent a lot of time in cuddle puddles with my friends. This close platonic touch was a big part of how we bonded and survived."
"It was terrifying to wake up every day and realize I had no idea when I might be touched again by another person."
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