I’m very ticklish, and I HATE to be tickled. I will get violent when tickled. Chad’s been kicked in a “tender spot” more than once purposefully, so he doesn’t tickle me very often. Tonight he decided was the night to give it another try.
He’s 6’2″, so he’s got long arms and can trap me pretty easily, and hold both of my wrists with one hand. He had me down, and was tickling me. I was scratching him and hitting his side with my elbow as hard as I could (See? I told you.) but he wasn’t stopping. I couldn’t breathe, then finally I took a deep breath and yelled, “STOP!!” He did. But tonight something new happened. I started crying. He felt terrible. I felt terrible. It’s never happened before, so I wasn’t expecting and he certainly wasn’t either. It just happened. (I’m telling you, I really hate being tickled). I felt attacked – I was trapped and couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t doing it maliciously, he was just having fun. And I’m sure there will be a time again in a couple months where he’ll try it again… but maybe it will be very brief from now on.
So, that’s my post. Not really intellectual or parenting related, just what happened tonight. 🙂
Oh that Chad…. he's just a big meanie, now isn't it?! I HATE to be tickled, too…. one more thing we have in common, friend! 🙂
He's not a meanie, really! He only does this a couple times a year, and it's always brief, I'm not sure why I had this reaction this time. I feel so bad.