Hi everyone. I wanted to share how I ended up being as hooked as I am too tickling, which is a LOT.
My story is rather odd, and involves some things that are a little disturbing, so if you're easily disturbed please think on if you really want to continue further.
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Now that you've decided, I will begin.
My tickling story started normally enough, when I was a kid I liked tickling but it wasn't any more than the usual, love/hate scenario. But, as I got older and more aware of myself I felt like I had to leave out behind, so I did. Until highschool anyways. Freshman year to be exact; I was 16.
All through my childhood I've had really bad anxiety. I never relaxed, my mind would jump to the worst conclusion, and generally I was a mess. I still have remnants of anxiety but I can control it pretty darn well. I'm telling you this because I didn't get too much quality sleep then, and you'll see why I'm mentioning this in a minute.
One night, 16 year old me woke up, absolutely unable to move. Not one finger, not an eyebrow, or a toe. The only thing I could move was my eyeballs. I was already anxious because I couldn't move, but I panicked because my introduction to this sleep paralysis stuff hurt! It was as if I had smacked the funny bone of every cell in my body! Thankfully, I was eventually able to wiggle a finger and get up.
This repeated for many nights, ten nights to be precise. Each night the pain was less; I never liked pain so that was good. Near the end, all that I felt was a weird, not ticklish buzzy feeling. And with less pain and more experience, I eventually just went to sleep knowing it was gonna happen and caring less and less if it did because I knew I wasn't going to die.
The last night, the whole thing changed, mostly. I expected not being able to move, I expected some sensation, but I was NOT prepared for what happened next.
I woke up in my usual way as far as this was concerned, flat on my back with my arms straight at my sides... I never sleep that way for real. But I usually woke up that way during sleep paralysis. Anyhow I woke up, and I immediately broke paralysis and thrashed and cackled like an old witch. This time, the sensation that came with my sleep paralysis was...tickling. A LOT of tickling. It was as if every single cell, instead of a bumped funny bone, had a billion tiny hands with long fingernails... Each!
So I thrashed and laughed so loud that mom nearly beat down my door, which was actually rather embarrassing. I didn't want her to see how high I was, so oddly... Happy isn't the right word to use here but I guess I gotta. So I quick put on a poker face and as calmly as I could I told mom that everything was alright and she must be tired and I was tired, basically please leave now, kthxbai. So she finally left, and I was alone again.
I remember laying back again, and not shifting position for the longest time. For basically the first time ever, I was relaxed. I wasn't running my frontal lobes into the ground, and everything felt like jelly. I basked in the tickledrunkenness, the highness, whatever you want to call it. I woke up that morning, and I still felt.... Amazing. Amazing doesn't even cut it, there's gotta be a stronger word there. I didn't even care if anyone noticed the extra spring in my step.
To a lot of you, I know you're cringing sympathetically. You can imagine how incredibly intense it was. And those select few who are drooling for the same reason, you are my people. Lol. But I.... That experience is why I'm dead sure I can make good on my profile boast, and enjoy doing it!
My story is rather odd, and involves some things that are a little disturbing, so if you're easily disturbed please think on if you really want to continue further.
...
...
...
Now that you've decided, I will begin.
My tickling story started normally enough, when I was a kid I liked tickling but it wasn't any more than the usual, love/hate scenario. But, as I got older and more aware of myself I felt like I had to leave out behind, so I did. Until highschool anyways. Freshman year to be exact; I was 16.
All through my childhood I've had really bad anxiety. I never relaxed, my mind would jump to the worst conclusion, and generally I was a mess. I still have remnants of anxiety but I can control it pretty darn well. I'm telling you this because I didn't get too much quality sleep then, and you'll see why I'm mentioning this in a minute.
One night, 16 year old me woke up, absolutely unable to move. Not one finger, not an eyebrow, or a toe. The only thing I could move was my eyeballs. I was already anxious because I couldn't move, but I panicked because my introduction to this sleep paralysis stuff hurt! It was as if I had smacked the funny bone of every cell in my body! Thankfully, I was eventually able to wiggle a finger and get up.
This repeated for many nights, ten nights to be precise. Each night the pain was less; I never liked pain so that was good. Near the end, all that I felt was a weird, not ticklish buzzy feeling. And with less pain and more experience, I eventually just went to sleep knowing it was gonna happen and caring less and less if it did because I knew I wasn't going to die.
The last night, the whole thing changed, mostly. I expected not being able to move, I expected some sensation, but I was NOT prepared for what happened next.
I woke up in my usual way as far as this was concerned, flat on my back with my arms straight at my sides... I never sleep that way for real. But I usually woke up that way during sleep paralysis. Anyhow I woke up, and I immediately broke paralysis and thrashed and cackled like an old witch. This time, the sensation that came with my sleep paralysis was...tickling. A LOT of tickling. It was as if every single cell, instead of a bumped funny bone, had a billion tiny hands with long fingernails... Each!
So I thrashed and laughed so loud that mom nearly beat down my door, which was actually rather embarrassing. I didn't want her to see how high I was, so oddly... Happy isn't the right word to use here but I guess I gotta. So I quick put on a poker face and as calmly as I could I told mom that everything was alright and she must be tired and I was tired, basically please leave now, kthxbai. So she finally left, and I was alone again.
I remember laying back again, and not shifting position for the longest time. For basically the first time ever, I was relaxed. I wasn't running my frontal lobes into the ground, and everything felt like jelly. I basked in the tickledrunkenness, the highness, whatever you want to call it. I woke up that morning, and I still felt.... Amazing. Amazing doesn't even cut it, there's gotta be a stronger word there. I didn't even care if anyone noticed the extra spring in my step.
To a lot of you, I know you're cringing sympathetically. You can imagine how incredibly intense it was. And those select few who are drooling for the same reason, you are my people. Lol. But I.... That experience is why I'm dead sure I can make good on my profile boast, and enjoy doing it!
