There are two kinds of people in this world, those that enjoy being tickled and those that do not. I fall in the camp of those that do not. So much so, it’s on my hard list and will remain there!
If someone could tell my cat what a hard limit is, that would be very handy. She’s very good at lightly running her tail across my feet when she wants feeding…which is ALL the time!
The trouble with tickling is, even if you hate it, you can’t stop laughing so people think you enjoy it.
For me, it started when I was a child and my Dad would tickle me until I couldn’t breath and I could no longer tell him to stop. He always maintained I was laughing so must’ve been enjoying myself. I hated it and couldn’t get him to understand that. And it continued until I was old enough to be able to kick him hard enough that he’d go off in a strop and I’d be sent to my room to ‘think about what I’d done’. In my eyes all I’d done is defend myself.
It really doesn’t help that I’m extremely ticklish, especially my feet! They say you can’t tickle yourself, well I’m an exception to that rule, I tickle my own feet every time I put my socks on! And going for a massage means I need to remember to tell them before we start or the relaxation gets ruined whilst I climb down off the ceiling. I’ve had one pedicure in my life, I hated it! I spent the entire session digging my nails into the chain in an effort not to move.
Taking an image for this post took a lot of concentration, teeth gritting and pillow biting. I’m also surprised the Keeper wasn’t wearing a padded suit for his protection!
So if being tickled is your thing, then great, enjoy yourself. But if you don’t want me to reflexively kick out and hurt you, it’s probably best you don’t involve me in your enjoyment!