Eternal Tomboy
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I posted this in the tickling discussion section, but then it occurred to me that it should probably be put in here too.....
Part One
I've been seeing a chiropractor every week since the end of March (I won't bore you with the medical details). The doctor is a pretty good looking guy, and extremely thorough - he doesn't just adjust my back, he covers everything from the base of my skull down to my ankles.... too bad he doesn't do feet 😉
Being a 'lee (and an extremely frustrated one at the moment), I can't seem to help all these tickle related fantasies from running through my head whenever I go to see him. Every time I lay down on the table, I wonder/wish/hope that this will be the time he stumbles onto a ticklish spot. He's grazed a couple of spots once or twice, but it was so brief, it was over before he made me giggle or squirm.
I knew the hope of him truly tickling me was a pretty futile one because I'm normally very uncomfortable (sometimes downright petrified) around doctors, and my body would most likely be too tense to allow that reaction to surface. Which is why it's a pretty rare occurrence for any doctor to get a ticklish reaction out of me.
Anyway, this doctor and I have built up a pretty good rapport over the last couple of months (during our hour long visit, we bullshit about relationships, music, interests, etc.) so I guess I stopped looking at him in just a clinical sense and my guard started to drop around him - which was apparently enough to flip the ticklish switch back on.....
During one of our last visits, he was checking my alignment (where he goes all the way down my spine and then continues down the back of my legs - I think he does the legs too because I sometimes complain of sciatic pain). Well, he was sort of lobster clawing his way down the back of my legs, and when he hit the back of my knees, it tickled a lot. My feet came up off the table and I bent my legs a bit in a knee-jerk reaction to protect the spot of attack. I was thankful I didn't accidentally kick him in the head!
He asked, "Did that hurt?" (I guess figuring he had found a sore spot)
The butterflies in my stomach started to stir. Given my complete (and annoying) inability to say any variation of the word "tickle" outloud, there was NO way I could tell him that what he did tickled, so I just sheepishly said, "No."
To which he responded, "Just ticklish?"
With the mere mention of the T-word, I got so flustered that I felt my face get hot - I was really grateful that I was lying face down on the table so he couldn't see my blushing like an idiot. The butterflies in my stomach that started out as a small flurry, went into full-blown tornado mode. "Yeah" was all I could say to him.
I spent the remainder of the visit replaying the 5-second interaction on a loop in my head. I silently cursed myself for the stupid hang-up that prevents me from saying the T-word because had I been able to do that, I could've kept the tickle talk going for a bit: told him that the back of my legs are crazy ticklish or asked him if ticklish patients were an issue when trying to adjust people (how common it was, etc.) But NOOOOOO, instead I clammed up and let the golden opportunity slip away. Really fun moment though. It was the first time I had been tickled by a guy that wasn't my husband in a long time.
During my drive home, I was torn between the excitement over the brief tickles and the frustration over having this hang-up. Even as a little kid, I've never been able to say the T-word, and I was finally getting to the point where it annoyed me enough to try and do something about it. After 42-years, it was time to put this shit to bed.....
Part Two
It was getting close to the time of my next chiropractic appointment and I couldn't get the memory of him tickling me out of my head. Apparently, he had woken up my inner 'lee who had been lying dormant for awhile, and she had no interest in being coaxed back to sleep again. I needed to find a way to bring the subject of tickling up again - not an easy task for someone who can't even say the fucking word
Then an idea dawned on me, but I knew it was going to be hard as hell....
Since our last appointment, I had kinked up my neck (which I'd been having issues with on and off during the entire time I've been seeing this doctor). It seems all it takes to knock it out of alignment is for me to roll over the wrong way in bed - which is exactly what happened this time. But it occurred to me that I could use this injury as a means to work tickling into the conversation if I told a little white lie about how it happened.
A few days prior, my husband and I engaged in a little tickle play before bed, which these days is a very rare occurrence. Prior this night, I couldn't remember the last time he had done more than given me a few quick tickles - definitely months, if not a year ago (told you I was tickle frustrated, lol). There was a lot of wrestling around and tickling that went on for about 20mins or so. But it abruptly ended when our 17-year old daughter walked into our bedroom (we had stupidly left the door open because we thought everyone was asleep), and she asked what the hell was going on (because of all the laughing, screaming and begging on my part, no doubt). My husband simply said, "I'm tickling her". My daughter rolled her eyes and got this "Ew, my parents are so gross" look on her face, and then without a word, promptly walked out and closed the door behind her. SO embarrassing!!!
I was going to tell my doctor that that tickle fight was the reason behind my injury. This is how I imagined the conversation going....
"How are you feeling?" my doctor would ask, because he always did at the beginning of our session.
"I kinked up my neck again."
"How did that happen?"
"It's so stupid - my husband and I were having a tickle fight and he went for my neck and I jerked my head to the side to try and block him."
From that point on, I would make jokes about how sad it was that I'd reached an age where something as stupid as a tickle fight could cause an injury like I was playing extreme sports. And I would see where he would take the rest of the discussion. Seemed easy, right? WRONG!!
I knew saying the phrase "tickle fight" was going to be next to impossible for me. In my entire adult life, I had only uttered the T-word (in any form) when forced to read a book to my son (who was a toddler at the time). My brother in-law had given him a book - the title of it was "Tickles For Elmo".... when I read the title, I almost DIED. It was my worst fear realized, and of course, my son fell in love with the book (because it had electronic sounds that went along with the story) and I had to read that stupid thing a million times - but oddly enough, saying the word never got any easier for me.
So, the day of the appointment arrived and I had practiced this little speech in my head a bunch of times - I'm well aware of how pathetic that sounds 😀. I get in the office and sure enough, the encounter kicks off exactly how I thought it would....
"How are you feeling?" he asks, kindly sticking to my imaginary script.
"Ok, except I managed to kink up my neck again," I lie like the manipulative 'lee I am 🙂
"How did you do that? Dealing with the dogs again?" he asks
(*side note: I'm a Veterinary Assistant and the physical strain of my job is pretty much what started me going to this doctor in the first place.)
"No, not this time. My husband and I..... were rough housing..... and he took things a little too far." (FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!! I can't say it!!!!! Well, that was it. Your golden opportunity gone. Nice job, dumb ass
)
"Oh... okay, well let's see what we can do about it," he says and begins the adjustment.
Then he started to talk about various other things that I couldn't pay attention to because I was too busy kicking myself in the ass to hear any of it. About ten minutes later, when he felt around my neck he commented, "Yeah, I can feel that you're really tight on the left side."
"Yeah, I could kill him...." I trailed off, hoping that I could salvage some hope of steering the conversation back on course.
"So what happened?" he asked, probably thinking that my husband was an abusive asshole because of the way I had awkwardly fumbled over my words when I tried to explain.
(This is it - don't fuck it up again!!!) "We were just wrestling around, and he started tickling me," I said and giggled nervously.
(HOLY SHIT - I actually said it!!! I am a fucking ROCK STAR!!
)
"Oh my god, I HATE being tickled! My wife tickled me last week - I hate it when she does that," he said like tickling was the worst thing in the world.
I had a million thoughts whirring around in my head all at once:
I wanted to admit that I didn't really mind being tickled (understatement of the YEAR), but that it was more the injury I was mad about.
I wanted to ask him why he hated it - was it control issues or a relative that took the tickle thing a bit too far when he was little?
I wanted to ask how he got his wife to stop tickling him.
The thoughts went on and on, I didn't know where to begin! And then my brain along with my traitorous tongue, tied itself into a million knots and I couldn't utter a single word in response to his admission. Here I had actually managed to pull off the perfect set-up (despite my own fumbling), and now I was watching as the moment, once again, slipped out of my grasp.....
A minute or so later, he changed the subject and went on to talk about some other crap I couldn't pay attention to because I was too busy feeling pathetic. But even as I was silently cursing myself for yet ANOTHER lost opportunity, I was also celebrating the fact that I managed to at least win one round with an inner demon I had been wrestling with my entire life. What seemed like such an easy thing for most people (to say the word), used to be impossible for me - and I had done it! Even though the demon was clearly still there, I knew I was one step closer to killing it all together.
Time to bring on round two......
Anyone else wrestle with this particular demon? Have any of you managed to find a way to defeat it? Would love to hear your victory stories....
Part One
I've been seeing a chiropractor every week since the end of March (I won't bore you with the medical details). The doctor is a pretty good looking guy, and extremely thorough - he doesn't just adjust my back, he covers everything from the base of my skull down to my ankles.... too bad he doesn't do feet 😉
Being a 'lee (and an extremely frustrated one at the moment), I can't seem to help all these tickle related fantasies from running through my head whenever I go to see him. Every time I lay down on the table, I wonder/wish/hope that this will be the time he stumbles onto a ticklish spot. He's grazed a couple of spots once or twice, but it was so brief, it was over before he made me giggle or squirm.
I knew the hope of him truly tickling me was a pretty futile one because I'm normally very uncomfortable (sometimes downright petrified) around doctors, and my body would most likely be too tense to allow that reaction to surface. Which is why it's a pretty rare occurrence for any doctor to get a ticklish reaction out of me.
Anyway, this doctor and I have built up a pretty good rapport over the last couple of months (during our hour long visit, we bullshit about relationships, music, interests, etc.) so I guess I stopped looking at him in just a clinical sense and my guard started to drop around him - which was apparently enough to flip the ticklish switch back on.....
During one of our last visits, he was checking my alignment (where he goes all the way down my spine and then continues down the back of my legs - I think he does the legs too because I sometimes complain of sciatic pain). Well, he was sort of lobster clawing his way down the back of my legs, and when he hit the back of my knees, it tickled a lot. My feet came up off the table and I bent my legs a bit in a knee-jerk reaction to protect the spot of attack. I was thankful I didn't accidentally kick him in the head!
He asked, "Did that hurt?" (I guess figuring he had found a sore spot)
The butterflies in my stomach started to stir. Given my complete (and annoying) inability to say any variation of the word "tickle" outloud, there was NO way I could tell him that what he did tickled, so I just sheepishly said, "No."
To which he responded, "Just ticklish?"
With the mere mention of the T-word, I got so flustered that I felt my face get hot - I was really grateful that I was lying face down on the table so he couldn't see my blushing like an idiot. The butterflies in my stomach that started out as a small flurry, went into full-blown tornado mode. "Yeah" was all I could say to him.
I spent the remainder of the visit replaying the 5-second interaction on a loop in my head. I silently cursed myself for the stupid hang-up that prevents me from saying the T-word because had I been able to do that, I could've kept the tickle talk going for a bit: told him that the back of my legs are crazy ticklish or asked him if ticklish patients were an issue when trying to adjust people (how common it was, etc.) But NOOOOOO, instead I clammed up and let the golden opportunity slip away. Really fun moment though. It was the first time I had been tickled by a guy that wasn't my husband in a long time.
During my drive home, I was torn between the excitement over the brief tickles and the frustration over having this hang-up. Even as a little kid, I've never been able to say the T-word, and I was finally getting to the point where it annoyed me enough to try and do something about it. After 42-years, it was time to put this shit to bed.....
Part Two
It was getting close to the time of my next chiropractic appointment and I couldn't get the memory of him tickling me out of my head. Apparently, he had woken up my inner 'lee who had been lying dormant for awhile, and she had no interest in being coaxed back to sleep again. I needed to find a way to bring the subject of tickling up again - not an easy task for someone who can't even say the fucking word
Then an idea dawned on me, but I knew it was going to be hard as hell....
Since our last appointment, I had kinked up my neck (which I'd been having issues with on and off during the entire time I've been seeing this doctor). It seems all it takes to knock it out of alignment is for me to roll over the wrong way in bed - which is exactly what happened this time. But it occurred to me that I could use this injury as a means to work tickling into the conversation if I told a little white lie about how it happened.
A few days prior, my husband and I engaged in a little tickle play before bed, which these days is a very rare occurrence. Prior this night, I couldn't remember the last time he had done more than given me a few quick tickles - definitely months, if not a year ago (told you I was tickle frustrated, lol). There was a lot of wrestling around and tickling that went on for about 20mins or so. But it abruptly ended when our 17-year old daughter walked into our bedroom (we had stupidly left the door open because we thought everyone was asleep), and she asked what the hell was going on (because of all the laughing, screaming and begging on my part, no doubt). My husband simply said, "I'm tickling her". My daughter rolled her eyes and got this "Ew, my parents are so gross" look on her face, and then without a word, promptly walked out and closed the door behind her. SO embarrassing!!!
I was going to tell my doctor that that tickle fight was the reason behind my injury. This is how I imagined the conversation going....
"How are you feeling?" my doctor would ask, because he always did at the beginning of our session.
"I kinked up my neck again."
"How did that happen?"
"It's so stupid - my husband and I were having a tickle fight and he went for my neck and I jerked my head to the side to try and block him."
From that point on, I would make jokes about how sad it was that I'd reached an age where something as stupid as a tickle fight could cause an injury like I was playing extreme sports. And I would see where he would take the rest of the discussion. Seemed easy, right? WRONG!!
I knew saying the phrase "tickle fight" was going to be next to impossible for me. In my entire adult life, I had only uttered the T-word (in any form) when forced to read a book to my son (who was a toddler at the time). My brother in-law had given him a book - the title of it was "Tickles For Elmo".... when I read the title, I almost DIED. It was my worst fear realized, and of course, my son fell in love with the book (because it had electronic sounds that went along with the story) and I had to read that stupid thing a million times - but oddly enough, saying the word never got any easier for me.
So, the day of the appointment arrived and I had practiced this little speech in my head a bunch of times - I'm well aware of how pathetic that sounds 😀. I get in the office and sure enough, the encounter kicks off exactly how I thought it would....
"How are you feeling?" he asks, kindly sticking to my imaginary script.
"Ok, except I managed to kink up my neck again," I lie like the manipulative 'lee I am 🙂
"How did you do that? Dealing with the dogs again?" he asks
(*side note: I'm a Veterinary Assistant and the physical strain of my job is pretty much what started me going to this doctor in the first place.)
"No, not this time. My husband and I..... were rough housing..... and he took things a little too far." (FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!! I can't say it!!!!! Well, that was it. Your golden opportunity gone. Nice job, dumb ass
)"Oh... okay, well let's see what we can do about it," he says and begins the adjustment.
Then he started to talk about various other things that I couldn't pay attention to because I was too busy kicking myself in the ass to hear any of it. About ten minutes later, when he felt around my neck he commented, "Yeah, I can feel that you're really tight on the left side."
"Yeah, I could kill him...." I trailed off, hoping that I could salvage some hope of steering the conversation back on course.
"So what happened?" he asked, probably thinking that my husband was an abusive asshole because of the way I had awkwardly fumbled over my words when I tried to explain.
(This is it - don't fuck it up again!!!) "We were just wrestling around, and he started tickling me," I said and giggled nervously.
(HOLY SHIT - I actually said it!!! I am a fucking ROCK STAR!!
)"Oh my god, I HATE being tickled! My wife tickled me last week - I hate it when she does that," he said like tickling was the worst thing in the world.
I had a million thoughts whirring around in my head all at once:
I wanted to admit that I didn't really mind being tickled (understatement of the YEAR), but that it was more the injury I was mad about.
I wanted to ask him why he hated it - was it control issues or a relative that took the tickle thing a bit too far when he was little?
I wanted to ask how he got his wife to stop tickling him.
The thoughts went on and on, I didn't know where to begin! And then my brain along with my traitorous tongue, tied itself into a million knots and I couldn't utter a single word in response to his admission. Here I had actually managed to pull off the perfect set-up (despite my own fumbling), and now I was watching as the moment, once again, slipped out of my grasp.....
A minute or so later, he changed the subject and went on to talk about some other crap I couldn't pay attention to because I was too busy feeling pathetic. But even as I was silently cursing myself for yet ANOTHER lost opportunity, I was also celebrating the fact that I managed to at least win one round with an inner demon I had been wrestling with my entire life. What seemed like such an easy thing for most people (to say the word), used to be impossible for me - and I had done it! Even though the demon was clearly still there, I knew I was one step closer to killing it all together.
Time to bring on round two......
Anyone else wrestle with this particular demon? Have any of you managed to find a way to defeat it? Would love to hear your victory stories....
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