It's Weird...

I remember when I was a little girl, only two years old when I first met my grandmother.  I was hiding behind my mother's legs when she saw me at her front door.  She gasped and told my mother about how cute I was, babied me and then tried to grab me and give me a hug! 
Next thing I know, I was running all over the place freaking out not wanting any hugs from her.  And not just her.  All the family I met at that age.  It kept going on until I was a bit older.

Often when I used to live in my old two-story house and somebody would knock on the door, I would answer the door if I was nearby, but I would go running upstairs as soon as they answered it because they always wanted to hug me.  And I was like, five or six those days.

I'm not two nor six years old anymore and I don't run away from family when they are trying to hug me or anything, but I still can't stand it.  I have to stifle the urge to put my hands in front of me and push them away.  And I can't help but stiffen up while they are hugging me.  I'm dead serious.  I just hate and can't stand hugs from family members. 

This applies only to family members because anybody else who isn't related to me, like friends or whatever, can hug me and it won't bother me at all.  Even people I don't really know all that well can hug me and I'll be fine with it.  I'll even like and appreciate those hugs.  It's only with family where it really bugs me and I could barely take it.  It's so weird!


deadmoon deadmoon
22-25, F
Jul 30, 2010