Um, like, no.

My last therapist was a paraplegic and I, having no legs, am in a wheelchair, too. He was not capable of shaking hands or hugging.

I’m a hand-shaker. I collect handshakes. In my waning years I’ve abandoned hugging but I was never a shrink-hugger. No one taught me any rules about therapy and therapists but there were — there are — innate boundaries in those relationships, I believe.

Actually... I don’t like to be touched. Handshakes, yes, no problem. Health care professionals can touch me anywhere and I feel no discomfort. But, now that love has fled, no, no hugs that could be mistaken for intimacies.