22/06/2020
Hugs, Touch, Intimacy and impact of social distancing in our human relationships
In these unusual and unprecedented times since the corona virus has impacted our lives in the area of human relationships as one of the key rules to help keep the virus at bay seems to be the need for social distancing, be it 2 meters or 1.5 meters in various countries.
I would like to share a little bit of my story and personal development. Growing up in an Anglo-Indian culture and raised in a large family of 8 kids, 4 boys and 4 girls with my late parents in Madras (now called Chennai), India, I recall from a young age of being a tactile person. My late parents had plenty of warmth and affection and always gave me hugs and kisses on various occasions. With regards to my siblings and late parents, we kissed each other on the cheeks and blessed each other on the foreheads after morning or night prayer and also on occasions, after a squabble over something petty both parties wanted, we would kiss each other on the cheek and make up!
However, much more poignantly, I have fond memories of my late grandmother (Mum’s side) whom we affectionately called “Bomey Nana” since our cousin Bomey stayed with her all the time in a lovely big spacious family home. I recall some evenings after school, I would find an excuse to quietly slip down to Nana’s home from our home, and be spoilt a bit, to get cups of tea which was sitting under the Tea pot with a tea cosy covering it. Nana would also have butter biscuits, buns or some fried bananas at hand, and then, I would just tell her something of my day and she would share her worries and concerns of her day, we would just relax a while on the par**et as I would wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly from time to time and feeling the privilege of her warmth and safe-keeping. It felt like all eternity as the evening sunset went down! Then, it would be time for me to go back home and do my bit of the house work and school home work until the next time an opportunity arose to visit her again.
My Grandfather (Dad’s side) affectionally known as Allen Papa, a practical joker would on several occasions used to make all the numerous grandchildren stand in a straight line and each of us needed to do an “Allepey salam” (a salute to the head!) in order to get a special peppermint! My Papa used to be in the Army abroad and his way of showing affection was a rather different approach to my late Dad as Dad was much more gushing and outpouring with his emotions. Dad’s behaviour was so much in contrast to that Victorian acronym: “Men don’t cry!” Which was normal behaviour expected from Anglo-Indian men of his time. I wonder what was the pretence being hidden behind that catchphrase!
Now years on from being a child, adolescent and growing up into adulthood partly in India and then in England, I have been reflecting on the impact of how much I currently miss receiving hugs from close family and friends, and especially from cuddly little babies and children whom I got to know over the years. Thanks to the sacred trust of the parents and children who felt safe and comforted in my arms. Yes, there is something magical in being able to receive and give a deep-hearted hug. Each hug has its own charisma and blessing for the giver and the receiver and it brings an aliveness, freshness and expansiveness of the heart, mind and well being of the persons concerned. Some hugs are quick and rapid, while other hugs are slow and gradual. It all depends on the context of the person giving and receiving the hug at that particular moment in time.
Holding a baby involves such a deep level of trust from the parents, especially the Mother’s relationship of trust to me. I have really enjoyed holding and ‘cooing’ babies to sleep when I am given the opportunity. I recall the bond I formed a few years ago with a little baby boy of a friend. Initially, the little baby boy would hardly come to me, he would cling to his parents constantly. Suddenly one day it shifted, he was tired and sleepy and the parents gave him to me and the moment he came into my arms and he fell asleep. The next time he saw me, he would just run to me and want to be held tightly to know that he is deeply loved and feeling safe. It’s such a privilege to build the bonds of love, trust and deep rooted friendships with little kids. This experience helped me to reawaken the time of my own birth. I understand my late parents were on their way to a New Year’s eve Dance. However, yours truly was determined to come out before they could even get a chance to bring their dancing feet onto the dance floor! Before you know it, I arrived within approximately half an hour from when my Mum was in hospital! Unbelievably quick! No wasting time with this fellow! My story goes on to relate that the time of being a baby, just a few weeks after my birth, my poor late Mum needed to get back to work to help feed us 5 kids now, so she trusted and handed me over to my wonderful late Aunty Doreen (my Dad’s cousin) who lived a few doors away. She ensured that I was nurtured, cared for and cradled just like my Dearest Mum would have done.
Word on the street has it that I enjoyed being held by the loving gaze and the generous attention of people passing me by in the pram. It was as a result of being held in a loving, safe container that helped me as a child to grow and mature with confidence in my latter years. The first stirrings of being comfortable in my skin and development of my physical, mental and emotional well being took place like that of a normal, healthy child into adolescence and then further into adulthood. Obviously, the adolescent years are always disturbing for every teenager, let alone parent!
I believe we all have the ‘child’ within us who yearns and longs to be held, nurtured and protected in unconditional love just like what’s mentioned in the words of a hymn based on Psalm 139: “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you came to birth, I consecrated you.’ In other words, before you and I left our Mother’s side, God was always held our hand with unforgettable, tender, loving care.
Yes, forward wind to the time when I was an adult and I was at my late Mum’s bedside for her last few hours on this earth when she was in an unconscious state and in a coma. I recall how I just instinctively held her body close to mine tightly and firmly for a few hours, saying quietly to her heart: “I love you” on behalf of myself and my whole family.
A hug is something very different to a handshake. Some people feel that a hug can be overbearing and too much to handle, so it is sensitive for a hugger to restrain and compromise their own needs to be hugged. To give you an example of handshake practice: in the context of western Catholic Churches (pre-corona virus times), we notice that at a point in the service when the priest asks us to exchange a sign of peace, the practice is to stretch out a hand to the people near us and around us. I think another article is needed to explore the feelings and energy drawn from mutual handshakes.
I have worked for many years in the social care profession with physical and learning disabilities; a setting in which I found that there was a lot of human contact and interaction needed. With Autism, it is slightly different as some individuals are hypo-sensitive and need a lot of human touch to get in touch with any emotion, while other individuals are hyper-sensitive, so the need is for lesser human touch in their interaction. Sensory rooms that have varied coloured psychedelic lights within them do help to calm the anxieties and need for touch of the autistic person. It must be a huge area of struggle with onset of corona virus for the vulnerable group of individuals who are hypo-sensitive by nature.
Come the onset of the corona virus and we are informed that under no circumstances, that close contact is allowed. We must stay 2 meters apart or risk facing the consequence of receiving the corona virus from a hidden carrier. Much stress and strain has been placed on the human being in terms of surviving their natural human nature and needs.
My second nature has been to reach out to the other either with a firm handshake, or once I get to know them, a peck on both cheeks and also a warm embrace once I know them even more. There is a level of trust, bond of intimacy created by human touch. Now, with corona virus, the impact has been very difficult, challenging and even painful and lonely at times in my search and hunger for human touch.
The loss of Services in the Church since my Catholic Christian faith has signs and symbols involving human touch. eg. At a baptism, the baby is anointed on its forehead and ears with chrism (blessed) oil. Our Christian Gospels are filled with numerous powerful stories of human touch. An example: ‘The woman who was haemorrhaging, reaches out and touches the cloak of Jesus’ garment. Jesus responds: ‘who touched me’? The disciples respond: “Lord, there is such a huge crowd!. So many people could be touching you.. However, the woman comes forward and shares her story of faith and healing.
There is the story of healing of the Blind, the lame, the Deaf where Jesus uses his hands to reach out and touch the person requesting the healing from a standpoint of Faith. Imagine introducing the 2 metre distancing to the healing ministries of Jesus! Imagine what kind of strains would have been placed on those situations?
My good friends know how much pain there is in not being able to have a close conversation. The new normal to be 2 meters apart creates mental anguish and pain not felt like anything before. Imagine the message being planted in a child’s mind by its parents/ grandparents to not run and hug them, even though it may be coming from a place of love and concern to not receive the corona virus. This is certainly not normal behaviour and development for a little child to understand.
Imagine the scenario of when a little baby holds out and offers its open arms to the grandparent who might taking care of them due to the absence of the parent being unexpectedly treated in the local hospital. Yes, the baby doesn’t understand the 2 metre social distancing rule! It judges if it is loved if you take it up, otherwise, he / she is bound to cry until you physically pick them up. So, a huge burden of care and responsibility placed on the care-taker grandparent demanding an immediate response.
The grandparent who longs to hug their grandchild without concern of transmitting the corona virus to the dismay and anger of the parent. Lovers who need the reassurance of a look or a hug and deeper intimacy needs to know they are loved and loveable. Yes, no doubt, there is a level of safe vulnerability, insecurities yet a safe container of trust that helps the bond of human relationships develop and grow.
How comfortable or uncomfortable does it feel having social distancing interfering with our basic needs for the human touch. As a hugger, I feel the only place safe just now is to ‘hug or touch the barks of trees!’ - great as that maybe, nevertheless, it does not replace the touch of human skin! I notice that there is a different level of self-intimacy caused by the sensation of holding and playing a musical instrument like a guitar, drums, bongos, playdough, water colours on paper.
At social gatherings like parties, we were so used to dancing like jiving, cross steps, any ballroom dances like waltz etc.. now the physical contact and closeness feels like an alien thing and a ‘no go area’ due to fears of contracting the corona virus.
At the point of death, the need for human touch is great and immense. A spouse needs the touch of their beloved, when all they get is possibly the voice across the phone and the touch from a nurse, carer.
When a person dies, our culture has been to kiss the person goodbye so that they can be rest assured of our eternal love and vice versa, their love for us mortal beings. With the onset of corona virus, it is so difficult to witness such unimaginable feelings at being able to say goodbye and kiss the person on their forehead, lips or cheeks or for that matter, to even hug and condole the person who has just lost their spouse or partner. A popular Christian hymn comes to mind: “I will never forget you my people, I have carved you on the palm of my hand. I will never forget you. I will not leave you orphaned. I will never forget my own”. “Does a mother forsake her baby? Or a woman the child within her womb. Yet even if these forget, Yes, even if these forget, I will never forget my own!”
To conclude, I encourage to keep valuing and recognising the importance that human touch is a precious gift in our lives, not to be taken for granted. Thanks to the corona virus, it has helped us bring the lens closer to see and evaluate what is really deepest within our human relationships that needs to be cradled, nurtured in order to fulfill its potential.
Finally, I want to personally give gratitude to my Lord Jesus Christ for all those living and dead who have hugged me in life - all my family and friends. In particular, I would like to celebrate the outstanding, amazing and awesome huggers who have come into my life - be it my friend’s son and his grandparents, my godfather, some siblings, an aunt and cousin in Canada, deceased folk like my parents, Aunty Doreen, friends Teddy, Tony,
Sr. Margaret, Bomey Nana. Thank you for the special gift of the human hug given and received on so many different occasions as it has certainly enriched and encompassed me with deep inner peace and joy in my life.
Kirk Louis Jacob (otherwise affectionately known as Kirkie)