Missing the touch of a woman

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It was even unlikely before. Pre-quarantine, I was one of My daily hug average hovered around two. Maybe four. Sometimes zero. My last hug transpired in the surreal middle of March, as toilet paper lost all meaning and we learned a foreign language: N 95, PPE, Wuhan, Covid, shelter in place. States of emergency were declared. I hugged my niece without fanfare. Yet I feel a squirmy discomfort, my skin rebelling against its seclusion. When I described the sensation to the neuroscientist Dr Katalin Gothard, she speculated that I could be experiencing withdrawal.

Of course, not all touch is welcome. Whether because of sensory issues or a history of trauma or a simple need for extra space, some people are enjoying the touch reprieve social distancing offers. Many mothers of young children, far from feeling deprived, dream of time without hands on their bodies. And this is to say nothing of domestic violence victims locked down with their abusers. Most people, used to a certain amount of touch, are suddenly without it.

Through an evolutionary lens, if we consider how dangerous it once was to be shunned or otherwise separated from the pack, it makes sense that touch-deprivation would register as a threat. We adopt dogs. Sales of teledildonics smart vibrators thrive. Countless studies prove the necessity of social and emotional touch, both of which, by releasing oxytocin, boost the immune system and lower the heart rate.

The newborn understands touch much better than he understands sight or sound. The elderly lose their vision, their hearing, their balance. The dying relax if their hands are held. They believed in hands-on healing as a noble duty that would earn them ascendance to heaven.

The rest of us turn to fantasy. I struggle to sleep these days without arranging a pillow against my back, clasping another to my chest. Without serotonin, we feel unhappy, even depressed. But the future remains invisible. What I do see is the absence of fingers on elbows, of arms around waists, of lips on forehe. I see the dead and the dying. Diana Spechler is a novelist and essayist. Opinion Coronavirus.

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Missing the touch of a woman

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I desperately miss human touch. Science may explain why