In countless ways social touch is being nudged from our lives. But somewhere in adulthood what was instinctive to us as children has come to feel awkward, out of bounds. Touch is the first sense humans develop in the womb, possessed even of 1.5cm embryos. One was a newborn and two were accidental (that was the delivery guy).
I mean: when did you pat the arm or back of a stranger, colleague or friend? My own touch diary says that I have touched five people to whom I’m not related in the past seven days. When did you last touch someone outside your family or intimate relationship? I don’t mean a brush of the fingers when you took your parcel from the delivery guy.
