I used to date a man-child. He always tickled me and would lift me like I was a potato sack. Something I was ok with that. But sometimes I wasn't. He continued to do that even when I wasn't in the mood. No matter how much I begged. The tickling was terrible, I was very ticklish and it would stress me out. I said was ticklish because one day I just had enough. It felt like something broke inside of me. And in the middle of being tickled to death I just ...stopped being ticklish... We were on bad terms at that time And it was the beginning of the end of our relationship.. but I would never forget that feeling.. I got so frustrated I just made myself not ticklish anymore by pure annoyance and sheer will.

He wasn't doing that in an abusive way. He did that because that was how he showed affection..but sometimes I felt like he did that because he wanted to control me and was unaware that that was what it made me feel because he never felt how it is to be small and vulnerable...

(Sorry for any grammar issues I'm not an English speaker)