I need to vent.
I'm a woman in my late twenties. I've always disliked being touched, as far as I can remember, but it has gotten worse in recent years. I'm okay with close friends - people I trust to respect my boundaries - and with medical professionals (so long as they tell me what they're doing ahead of time).
As a teen, I remember I would often refuse to hug my mother. I just don't like doing it, it makes me deeply uncomfortable to have her all up in my space. (I suspect this is because she continually ignored my boundaries, causing trust issues there). Her response, all too often, was: "what are you gonna do when you get a boyfriend?". (I don't and never did bring friends over much so she doesn't know how comfortable I am with them)
In recent years she's finally stopped trying to hug me and so has stopped saying that phrase. I thought I was done having to hear it.
Then, yesterday, one of the women I often eat lunch with tried to tickle me, and I had to tell her (for the second time) that I do not like to be touched. After a quick apology, what sentence followed but the ever dreaded "what are you gonna do when you have a boyfriend?"
I hate it. I hate this phrase so much. I hate that they frame my issues this way. It's not "don't you get lonely" or "are you okay when you have to go to the doctor" or any type of concern for me. The person actually in front of them. No, the concern is about some hypothetical man I might one day date, and his (in)ability to touch me.
It pisses me off so much. It makes me feel like my body only exists so some hypothetical man can touch me someday. It feels like they're saying that if I have a boyfriend, that guy is entitled to touch me as much as he wants. It makes my skin crawl.
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Edit: I want to address a couple things that have come up in comments, and get ahead of other possible remarks.
The woman I mentioned is not a coworker (though I see how eating lunch together gives that impression). We are friendly acquaintances. She didn't actually really try to "tickle" me per se, but I don't know how to describe the exact gesture, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter.