It isn’t easy being ticklish.

In fact, being tickled too much is often akin to torture. The only problem is that the person tickling you doesn’t realize how much pain and agony you’re in because instead of screaming and wincing, you’re laughing and rolling around on the floor in the fetal position.

I am and always have been ticklish. Very ticklish.

I often start clenching my muscles and giggling just at the thought of being tickled. People don’t think twice about tickling me; if they want to tickle me, they will, no matter what I say.

I found a quote by Demetri Martin that explains this phenomenon perfectly:

If somebody asks you the question, “are you ticklish?” it doesn’t matter what you say. They are going to touch you. If they say “are you ticklish?” and you don’t want to be touched, you have to say something like “I have diarrhea. And yes….I’m ticklish.”

Tickling is cruel and unusual torture. Most of the time. (I’ll admit that there are, ahem, moments when a good tickle is appreciated.)

Is there some kind of support group for extremely ticklish people who live their life in fear of errant fingers?