About the healing experience of hugs

Well, following the last fantasy about mental persecution caused by physical deficiency. Still that story, I have another understanding.

Then I thought of Monday, when the three-year-old dimple ran away from home. She always wanted to leave this mother who had been taking care of her until she was over three years old and gained a little strength. She tried at once, which shows that he has felt this way for a long time. And back to my mother's role, I'm sure I'm loveless. But why? I still don't know.

I remember when I was a teenager, I especially looked forward to hugging. There is no memory of being hugged and cared for in my image. Maybe all this made me lose my memory. At that time, I watched Huang Chulin's movie "Dwarf Feelings" and saw angelababy doing a public welfare hug on the street. But by the time I was twelve or thirteen, it was like I was electrocuted. I also want to be hugged, or I have the ability to do this hug.

I found my mother, and my busy mother pushed me away, feeling very melodramatic. I was embarrassed to hug my father when I found my brother, but I can still hug him. Now that I think about it, I was actually very attached to my brother when I was a child, so seeing my son is like seeing my brother when I was a child.

So for many years after that, I actually longed for being hugged. The feeling of being cared for, I later felt that only my partner could give it to me. In fact, up to this moment, except for the hospitality and hugs at the workshop or book club, I have embraced wholeheartedly. Only my youngest son has treated me like this.

The tighter you hold, the more you ask, and you will suffocate and want to escape.

Yes, I like my brother very much, but every time I meet him, he always avoids me and thinks I am too nagging and caring. It wasn't until my mother reminded me that she was my son, and you weren't his mother. You should talk less about him ... I realized that my muddled behavior made my brother breathless. He is afraid to see me. I am too nagging.

I especially need my husband's hug and touch, but every time he gives me an empty hug, which makes me very dissatisfied. So my complaints kept him away from me.

It's dimples. He is a little guy who doesn't have much escape ability. Besides, we are mother and son, so I enjoy holding him. I just found out recently that he tried to escape, too.

In the final analysis, it is actually my own lack. If I can straighten myself, my children and husband will naturally get closer to me, so that everyone will be comfortable. ^_^

I suddenly feel that a person will be unconditionally cared for and embraced in infancy and childhood. When you grow up, you will lack this kind of love, care and hug more and more. People in their twenties can hug when they fall in love. How do people in their thirties hug? How do people in their sixties hug? How to hug people in their eighties?

It's boring to keep urging you to love. It's better to love yourself. You can't wait for others, you can only let people escape.

I also thought of my mother-in-law:

I need to ask every ten seconds.

After dimple was born, she has been holding the child. She sleeps with her grandson at night or comes to her son's room in the middle of the night to take him away. ...

In front of his son, he is always sick and needs to be taken care of ...

I don't want to be so boring, because it makes people suffocate.