Pressure

  Earlier this week, I was watching one of my favorite shows, Grey's Anatomy.  There is a woman named Dr. Dixon on the show, who has Asperger's Syndrome. A mother of a patient feels relieved when finding out her daughter will live, and goes to give this doctor a hug. The audience of the show realizes that Dr. Dixon does not like it when she is touched, but obviously this character did not. After she is hugged she swarms out of the room. When another doctor goes and finds her, I thought the cure to this was ironic. In this scene we find out that the cure for this hug, is "constant deep tight pressure across large areas of her body" in laymen's terms...a hug.

I read up on this a little bit, and found a lot of information about how as humans we need the touch of other humans to survive, and most of the time this comes in the form of hugs. I read an article about a woman hugged more than 8,000 people in one day. The called her the "hugging saint". I thought about all the people in my life that know when I need a hug that can brighten my day. Constant deep tight pressure-whether were having a bad day and need cheered up, whether we haven't seen a friend in a long time, or if we're saying goodbye, or we're consoling someone, or even if it's just hello, I guess I never really realized how important and ironic hugging can be.

Just a thought.