When I was doing my clinical work at school, a 30-something woman came in for a massage after work. She was dressed in a stylish brown business suit, carrying an expensive-looking briefcase and had a bone-weary look on her face and in her posture. Eager to do the paperwork right, I asked her a volley of questions, including what results she hoped to achieve from the massage. After a few answers, she heaved a sigh and said “I don’t care. I just need to be touched.” Those few honest words answered a lot of questions for me, especially the one about why I became a massage therapist. Infants fail to thrive when they don’t get touched; so do adults. This woman was smart enough to know that.

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