I love the way old people don’t have a touch barrier. Obviously that’s a generalization, but my experience in nursing homes and assisted living facilities has been largely one of physical contact. Old ladies hold your arm as you sit next to them, or reach over to stroke your cheek. Old men kiss your hand (or pat you on the backside, as the case may be). Today, my first time in West Wind Village, a woman I’d never seen before reached for my hand and just held it while I passed out snacks at her table.
I should have volunteered at West Wind when I was a freshman and about to shrivel up and die from lack of human contact. A handshake or clutsy stumble into a passer-by became a big deal, sometimes marking the first time I’d touched another person weeks. I talked to people–in class, at dinner, at Sigma Tau Delta–but no one was close enough to offer a hug or high five. Suddenly I was forced to think about something I had taken for granted all my life. I tend to express affection through touch, so hugs, backrubs, and goodnight kisses were an everyday occurrence when I lived with my family. My best friends and I, too, piled up like three lazy kittens when we got together to watch a movie or chat. Across the distance I could still hear people telling me they loved me but I couldn’t feel their comfort, and that made me particularly sad.
Why are old people so willing to make contact, when peers and adults in their prime restrict themselves to touching only those closest to them? Is it a function of the age gap? After all, most people aren’t shy about pinching a baby’s cheek or holding its little hands. Maybe we’re just so much younger than the elderly that we don’t count as people with whom there ought to be a touch barrier. Or it’s just a way to grab someone’s attention in a crowded facility. Or, perhaps, life in a nursing home is lonely just like life in a freshman dorm can be lonely. Whatever the reason, I know that a main attraction to my upcoming Friday afternoon visits is that I know there will be someone who wants to hold my hand. I may be a happy and successful senior now, but still I go days at a time without touching anyone and I’m not about to take it for granted again.
In fact, I’m going to make my roommate hug me as soon as she gets home.