Ihani, I enjoyed reading your post because you wrote it so well and because I could certainly identify with one or two things there.

I detest being touched by anyone other than my husband and even he doesn't casually touch me because he knows I'd rather not be touched. My son takes sadistic delight in touching my face despite my total loss of temper and control when he does. Besides, his fingers and nails are always filthy.

My skin crawls at the the thought of touching other people and hugs are hard for me to give, especially to strangers.

I too am claustrophobic but perhaps not on the level that you are. I just hate confined spaces and crowds and feel claustrophobic if there is too much going on around me, including noise.

It is lonely to be like this sometimes but as Possum said, your personal space is your personal space. I just wish others would respect that.