I’ve had an intense fear of people touching my feet since early adolescence. Some people haven’t believed me and thus grab at my feet. Others have thought they could “cure” me and force me to go through “therapy” where they touch my feet and I freak out. Then there’s Bruce. He likes my feet but also respects my boundaries. He’s not perfect and accidents happen but his response has always been loving and apologetic. Never once has he belittled me or told me to “get over it”. This is something that will always bother me. I’m better than I used to be about it, but sometimes I can’t handle the anxiety of hands near by. He’s been the best thing for a lot of things in my life, but this? This is why I love him the most.