I have young people in my family that I have made a point of hugging from their births as their father also has AS and on occasion finds it equally awkward and we've talked through this sort of thing to identify that if we don't, they could suffer from it as we did and not be able to 'interact' in a close manner with people.
This has been on my mind, too, long-long-long before I understood why hugs just aren't that enjoyable for me. I do make a point to hug my 4 kids, and we've always tried to make sure they get good experiences with touch, so it's safe for them (unlike it was for me). Funny thing is, they each still have very different preferences for when/how/how much touch they want. Two of my kids would glue themselves to me if I'd let them...they want constant contact. One is about average on touch, and one is rather aloof. He'll give and accept hugs, but it's not natural for him. He's only 7, and yet it's clear he just wants a brief hug, he rarely hugs back, and he often turns away for the hug so he's not facing into me.
Sometimes you just have to. Salesmen - no, acquaintances - no, distant friends - sometimes, closer friends - yes, family - yes. Draw up a chart if it's easier but have a go at putting oneself in a slightly uncomfy zone, plastering on a smile and hugging someone friendly you wouldn't usually, or if you're feeling really brave grab the next 'Santa' you come across in the next few weeks - as uncomfy as that might be! Wierd and freaky but occasionally do-able and be proud of yourself whether you do it or not!
I can make myself hug people, I just don't like to. For me, I'm so focused on the physical points of contact and trying to keep myself from panicking that there's no opportunity to get anything else out of it. And it's always been that way for me. I've hugged people all my life, and always wondered what all the fuss is about.
People get their perfume on you, or their aftershave, or their deodorant, or their onion or coffee breath.
It's a delicate maneuver to make sure that all the right contacts happen without any of the awkward contacts.
There's no clear rule about how firmly or how long to hug.
If I'm the first to pull away, I feel like I'm saying I don't like them enough to hug them as long as they want.
If I wait for them to pull away, I enjoy it less and less and less as I struggle to not feel so overwhelmed.
And the worst..the absolute worst...is when I try to pull away and they pull me back into the hug as if to say they're doing me a favor and trying to fix my obvious lack of openness to intimacy.
I even went to a weekend conference one time for something that seems like it would be unrelated, but they spent an entire session just teaching everyone how to hug properly and more lovingly, like how to make eye contact both at the beginning and the end, to use both arms, to stand straight up instead of bending over to minimize contact...it was crazy. Then we had to practice. A lot. With a lot of people. I'm so thankful this was before I realized there's a good reason for the way I feel, otherwise I think I would've had to leave.
Imagine if you walk into a restaurant and everyone is bubbly and happy and big smiles on their faces and energetically digging into their meals, obviously very satisfied with the experience. And you think, "wow, must be something really good on the menu today."
So you take a peek at the plates on nearby tables and you suddenly realize...they're all eating sidewalk chalk. Mushed, or soupy, or grilled, or crumbled...very colorful...but most definitely it's just sidewalk chalk.
And they're eating it. And they love it. And you can't for the life of you figure out why. In fact, it's pretty repulsive (I can't stand touching chalk...ew...or smelling it...or hearing someone write with it).
You could join the party...but do you really want to? You could make yourself eat the chalk and even make yourself act like you're enjoying it.
But part of you is wondering if all of these other people are just faking it, too, and if so, then why? And part of you is wondering if perhaps instead you're just insane that you're the only who
doesn't enjoy it?