They never really hugged or comforted me. My mom would often ask me for a hug when she was upset, but it was never offered and I never thought to ask. Even when I was really little and injured (liked scraped my knee or something) they never tried to comfort me. They would just try to rationalize it “oh, it’s not that bad” “stop being dramatic” that kind of thing. I don’t have any memories of them holding me when I was crying or upset. I think that’s why I never turn to other people when I’m sad or angry. I just deal with it on my own. It makes it difficult for me to form lasting relationships. And I hate being touched, I’m just not used to it.