Maybe you're on to something. I don't feel starved for touch all the time now, but at the same time if my therapist stopped touching me I would probably have some kind of breakdown. For the most part no one has touched me my whole life. My dad was not a hugger, he's probably hit me as much as we've hugged, and we've never really hugged... only a handful of awkward distanced "hugs" when socially required. My mom would touch me but I hate having her touch me, I just hate her, having her anywhere in my proximity is repelling. Just the thought of her makes me angry! Then I as I became an adult I remember a whole stretch of life where people somehow knew I wasn't a hugger, they knew I hated to be touched, so I was rarely hugged. Then I found a guy who wouldn't want to emotionally connect with me or touch me very often either, and decided he was a good choice to marry. When I got to therapy I figured my therapist wouldn't hug me, I must have read about them not hugging somewhere. The first time he did it was after I'd grown quite attached, but it was still hard for me to be hugged. I remember coaching myself not to pat his back and not to pull away too soon, because those kind of distancing gestures just get mirrored by the other person, and then they pull away quicker. I didn't want short hugs with him, I literally trained myself by not being present in hugs to be a good hugee so that our hugs would be better and longer, and now my therapist hug is the best hug I get all week every week. I think one time he even mumbled that I was a good hugger!