I have been seeing a physical therapist off and on for the past four years for a spinal stenosis that causes me pain in one of my legs. My therapist is a young man, well, maybe around 40, with lovely blue eyes.
Mostly, I
think he is very good. He explains what each exercise or stretch is for and in
detail what each part of my body that’s involved should be doing, or not doing.
Occasionally, he will do massage-like “manipulation” on a muscle or set of
muscles.
Every now
and then, his work on my muscles takes a form that feels almost sexual. For
instance, to work out my glutes, he had me on my back with my legs bent to my
chest and my feet against his chest. He then used his own body as a weight to
put pressure on my legs. It did indeed stretch the glutes. But it also felt
like a position of sex.
Don’t get
me wrong. The door to the room we’re in is open, there’s zero chance that there
this is anything actually sexually abusive going on. Of course, we are both
fully clothed. In fact, ever since Jack died, I have missed enormously the
feeling of another person’s body against mine. (I sometimes wonder whether I
continue to go to physical therapy just for the touch of another person. A
friend whose husband died suddenly some years ago confessed that she’d starting
getting manicures and pedicures just for the touch of another person.)
Yesterday,
we did another one of those stretches, in which he used his body as a weight to
stretch out my calf muscle. I usually close my eyes during these stretches
because it’s easier to feel how my body is responding if I have no visual
distraction. I wonder what he thinks as he uses his body to work on the body of
an elderly person. Most of his other clients I’ve seen are elderly people like
me. But I can’t ask him. I don’t want him to think I think there’s anything
risque about what we’re doing. But in a corner of my mind, or is it my body, I
think, physical therapy is sex.
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