Don't touch me.
My warnings aren't simple expressions used to prove my awkwardness. They aren't my weak flower-like nature saying 'hello' or my given sign that I am ticklish. They are not an invitation written in a greeting card. They are a red sticker on my door reminding you, to mind your fingertips when approaching my figure.
Laughter doesn't make it okay.
The human body is a tricky machine, when faced with a threat may keep on giggling and not alert to its panic. It's not an acceptance of more actions. Being ticklish isn't a green light to act in child-like ways. So when my voice gets loud, my arms heavy and waving, or my hands turn into fists - don't blame my emotions. Don't say "I asked for it". Don't expect me to apologize.
I have warned you.
Multiple times in fact.
Wanting to laugh, finding it funny or it being a child doesn't invalidate the fact I asked you not to. I demanded you not. I warned, begged and sometimes yelled - for you, not to. I make it as clear as water, and you still confuse it for wine.
Don't tell your children to tickle me.
If I yell, push them or "traumatize" them as some may say, let it be clear in your mind I told them not. I asked them - and you - not to. Teach your children boundaries as much as you care about their personal consent. Third party consent matters as well.
Tickling can be panic attack inducing.
Come and fight me on that, you won't change my mind.
Touch can be triggering. Doesn't have to involve sexual intention or be a slap in the face, can just me an arm around my shoulders or your leg slightly against mine while sitting in a car trip. Doesn't mean I hate you, love you, despise you or fear you. Doesn't mean it will work as clock-work. Touch therefor flashbacks, isn't the case. But it does mean that when it happens.. when I warn you, loud and clear.. I expect you to react in a humanly and adult appropriate way.
Saying "I didn't know" doesn't work at the hundrenth time.
Blaming me for "not being fun" won't make it go away.
Pointing at a child and shaming me because "they like it" won't make it okay.
But the sad truth is until you, like many others, see me explode in the most realistic reaction you will ever witness, you won't believe me. Because most people have, and the looks on their faces switch immediatly. Not a good sight on my side, either.
When my voice goes from a laughter into an ear piercing scream of curse words and hate. When my whole body is shaking and my breathing is shallow. When I slap you while trying to escape, or get up so quickly from my chair it falls back. When my eyes seem to resemble REM sleep during a nightmare. That is when reality hits people hard.
Just remember while you think apologizing makes up for it, I am the one managing the panic in my body after I am alone. Just remember, when that image is in your horizon, that it all could've been prevented.
If only, when I asked you to, you didn't touch me.
It's not that difficult of a concept.