A Reflection: On Becoming a Champion of Touch

Touch is sometimes abused. Some people use touch inappropriately to molest children, and this terrifies us all. Some teachers have molested young students. Some priests molest grade-school parishioners. It must stop. Of this there can be no doubt. But how?

Some communities are passing new laws designed to protect the children. Attorneys are meeting with school teachers to educate them in the new standard of acceptable behavior. It turns out that the proposed solution to the problem that some people abuse touch is to focus not the offenders, but on touch itself. The approach to the problem doesn’t ask “how can we get a better handle on these disturbed people?” or “how can we raise people who know how to use touch appropriately?” No. The solution to the problem of people who abuse touching is to stop all people from touching.

So now school teachers are told that if they are caught touching a child, they could lose their jobs. And what message is given to the child who runs to his teacher crying and is repelled? How does this boy learn about good, safe, nourishing touch; about getting support when he feels hurt or sad? Where does he get enough “good” touch so as not to grow up and seek touch in abusive ways?

Psychotherapists are afraid to offer a hug to a crying client, or even to put an arm around a shoulder when they are leaving. It has become a strictly no-touch practice. Yet, the withholding of appropriate human touch is at least as immoral as the crimes we are trying to prevent. Suffering human beings are denied the benefit of what is one of the most powerful healing tools we have – our caring and compassionate touch. If this is not immoral, what is?

The most ludicrous example of just how crazy this is getting comes from a recent conversation I had with a young psychiatrist. He has just completed studies in energy medicine and massage therapy. I asked him why he did that. Did he intend to leave medicine to do massage? “No,” he said. “But I want to be able to touch people, and to do healing work with them. Now I have a license that allows me to do that.” A physician training in energy medicine and massage so he can actually practice healing and legally touch patients – how far will this madness go? What are we thinking?

If anything should be clear it is that we are a society in need of more, not less touching; more, not less nurturing; more, not less caring. We need to be touched. Touch conveys something essential to the entire body-mind-spirit. It tells us that we matter. It tells us that we exist; that we belong; that we are not isolated strangers floating alone through time and space. Touch grounds us in the here and now; bonds us to incarnation; tells us that embodiment is gift, pleasurable, safe. Touch tells us that we are good, welcomed, deserving of time and attention. Touch lets us know that we are still alive, still here; that we haven’t slipped into some dimension between life and death. Touch comforts us, soothes us, nourishes us – literally, the skin releases a rush of chemicals when we are touched that are good for both the toucher and the touched.

Touch is the first language of woman, because it is the language of connection and relatedness. It is the language of the body; the instinctual self. Even animals do not need to be told to pick up their babies, to hold them and soothe them and rock them. As women, we must, we absolutely must, speak for touch in every forum we can. To allow our society to slip any further into this isolating, touchless, fear-based mentality can only be disastrous in the long run. Please, become a woman who is a champion of touch.

I am a woman TELLING MYSELF THE TRUTH

Other people can be my greatest source of freedom or the chains which I allow to ensnare me. When their ideas stimulate me to search for my own knowing; to stretch for a new comprehension of an old problem or to venture forward in my own creativity, they are a pathway to freedom. But when I allow other people’s ideas and beliefs to determine what I will allow myself to think, feel, do, be or say, then I am participating in my own imprisonment. To be and continue to become my own true self, I must tell my own truth, at least to myself, even when it isn’t politically correct or acceptable to the other people in my life. Because I want to know who I really am and what I really think and how I really feel, I am a woman telling myself the truth.

I am a woman SAYING YES!

Saying Yes!

YES! YES! YES, the word of affirmation, of opening, of movement and flow; the word which means it is so. YES, giving permission, allowing unfolding, non-ambivalence and sureness – YES! Now, finally, I am saying YES! YES to all of me, all of the parts. YES to the light and loving and free parts. YES to the dark and angry and scared parts. YES to all of my feelings, the ones I like and the ones I don’t like. YES to my tenderness and loving and nurturing. Yes to my wisdom and strength and courage. YES to my fears, longings and confusions. YES to my sexuality, my passion and my responsiveness. YES to my longing to hold another; to join, to merge, to know ecstatic union. YES to my need for solitude, spiritual practice and communion with God in nature. YES to walking as woman in this world; no hiding, no shame, no apologies. I stand tall and centered on the earth, reaching my arms upward and I become YES and I say YES to the unfolding mystery of my life. I am a woman saying YES!

I am a woman SAYING NO!

Saying NO! NO! Such freedom in saying NO! A tiny word, prohibited for so long, forbidden to leave the lips of a good little girl, or a sweet young woman. NO, carefully avoided as a professional on the career ladder who mustn’t be accused of not being a team player. NO withheld in intimate relationships because NO is so selfish and so, well, negative. I do not know if it is age alone which has transformed my relationship to NO, but Continue reading “I am a woman SAYING NO!”