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All my life I have been searching for the intimacy I missed out on after being seperated from my birth mother at the age of 2. I can remember as far back as kindergarden during emotional moments, my teacher would put her hand on my shoulder or touch my face and I would just start crying. She didn't understand why, and I never let on. But I swear it was because it felt so good to have a kind loving hand on me, I couldn't hold back.
Later in life i was very promiscuous sexually. But the act of intercourse was just an excuse. What I was really craving was the intimacy and touch of my mother.
I was just wondering if anybody had similar experiences or could relate.
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