Who hated tickling as a child???

[Musicroxmysox]

I also came from an unaffectionate household....never really had the fear of it. I never hated it per se but always felt really uncomfortable when it was going on or on tv or whatever.

 

[Spot_Lady]

All I know is...

One of my earliest memories is a tickle memory. I was very young, and my Dad got home from work late, but just in time to say goodnight. He was holding me on his hip and started tickling me on the ribs. I was laughing so hard, I could barely catch my breath. Mom said, "careful, keep that up and she'll wet her pants"...so I did. So much for Dad's suit.

I had two older brothers that tortured me any way they could think of, and tickling my feet and ribs was one way. My parents divorced and Mom remarried, and all of a sudden, I had 4 big brothers! Multiply the torture by 2!

I guess Mom thought I needed a break and sent me to spend the summer with my aunt and uncle half-way across the country. Well, I spent that summer with 3 older cousins. They were all awful, but my older girl cousin was the worst. She used to have her brothers hold me down and she would tickle me all over.

I tried to lock my door, but they would pop the lock late at night and come into my room and torture me for hours. It was so tough to take that I developed the ability to "go someplace else" while they were tickling me. I would imagine that it was someone else they were tickling, and that convinced me that I wasn't ticklish anymore...Right!

In school, I got in trouble for hitting a friend of mine in the face. It wasn't my fault, she came up behind me and poked me in the ribs while I was putting something on the bulletin board (arms up, ribs unprotected). I turned around as I was bringing my arms down to protect my ribs, and her nose just happened to be there. Sorry!

That was enough for me to squash my ticklishness for many years...that is until I met Spotmanc. He was able to reawaken my ticklishness and reconnect me with the sensuous side of myself that is particularly vulnerable to tickling. Every time he tickles me, it seems as though he finds more nerve endings to wake up.

Today, tickling feeds me...it makes me feel alive and connected, and I hope that it continues to grow! I have to tell you that my experiences at NEST have fed me, too. I cannot express how it feels to be among people who not only accept you for you, but revel in what makes you be you.

Of course, that's not to say that they are all nicey-nice, but, although I can't say "yes, I love to be tortured," I can say, "please, don't let my life ever be without torture, again."

 

[Excess]

I did, although that was possibly due more to who was doing it rather than hating it in itself. Now it doesn't bother me, because anyone trying to tickle me means I have an open invitation to to give them some back.

 

[sojourner]

i think that i always loved being tickled when i was younger. i remember a lot of times i would just put my barefeet in my dads lap and he would just gently tickle/massage my feet and it felt so good.

 

[Rupert]

i think that i always loved being tickled when i was younger. i remember a lot of times i would just put my barefeet in my dads lap and he would just gently tickle/massage my feet and it felt so good.

thats pretty lucky, in my house/family it was always seen as baby thing to be ticklish and big boys, men, etc arent so it was something i tried to ignore as fast as possible (over eager to grow up i guess)

 

[DLazarus]

It was definitely a love/hate relationship with me. My Aunt was 4 years older than I and my brother was 3 years older than I. They use to gang up on me and they tickled and tickled and tickled.

 

[Skipadeedoodah]

I always loved it 🙂 The only thing that's changed, is I can't stand the idea of mixing tickling with immediate family If my dad or brother tried to tickle me now, I'd just not react.

 

[girlboundforfun]

Just like many of you,

Especially Spot Lady. I had cousins who were merciless. Oh, how I hated it when I was a kid. Then the cousins had me all to themselves for part of a weekend when I was about 17. That was the first time that I was bound and at the mercy of both of them. Strangely enough through the torture of it, I found that I wanted it. You kind of know the rest from there.