I hope you are experiencing peace and joy somewhere in this holiday season.
I have been an active member of this community for a while, and I have read more than one post from essentially complaining about people charging to cuddle. Some of the context or the individual's situation might be a bit different, the posts were by-and-large the same.
I have read these posts sometimes with a little bit of sympathy for the writer, most of the time shaking my head in mild judgement of someone who cannot accept the world as it is, or someone who thinks they are owed something they are not.
Seldom have I written anything in these occasions, I try not to write unless I have a perspective that I think would be helpful that has not been shared, or unless I feel someone's point has been missed or their feelings ignored. However I have nodded self-righteously in agreement with those who gently chastise the writer, and shaken my head at those who echo similar sentiments.
All of that changed recently when the organization I worked for told us all that they were closing their doors effective immediately. All of our contracts were instantly terminated and we would receive one last check for the balance of our unpaid work. If you've ever had a similar experience you know what comes next: making sure you can still pay mortgage/rent, car notes, utilities, food, and other essential costs. The immediate updating of the resume. Reaching out to work contacts that you haven't spoken to in a while.
All of the wheels started moving, and then, one morning, as a part of my daily routine, I opened up cuddlecomfort. All of the cuddle rates that once felt normal, or generous in some cases, now felt outlandish. Before I could catch it, a voice inside of me yelled, "How could people charge so much just to cuddle?!"
Just that quickly and with no sense of irony I became one of the people that I used to shake my head at. As I stopped to reflect on what was happening, I realized that this was part of the cost of living in a capitalist system where so many things can be (and maybe have to be, because of the nature of the system) monetized. My felt sense of worth changed when my income was no longer stable. The ways in which I sought comfort now felt much less accessible, and it felt like MY VALUE changed as a person.
I don't have a grand lesson here. Certainly I am going to work to be less judgmental of people's responses to their situation, whether here on this site or elsewhere in the world. And I am going to continue my life-long work of bringing us closer to a world in which everyone's needs are able to be met. I guess I am writing this in the spirit that others have written, because I hope to be seen, to be understood. And maybe in the grand hope that my reflection can help me, and help others see one another a little better, a little more compassionately.
Thanks for reading.