Mom Touching Daughter’s Breasts?????

Breasts seem to be a popular  preoccupation with both men and women, for very different reasons.

However, yesterday, looking at the stats of The Nude Truth,” I noticed that someone searched for “Mom touching my breasts…” 

My motherly instincts or perhaps common sense, alerted me that somewhere in these immense world of ours, A GIRL was confused about her mom touching her breasts. I did not know the place, age or for that matter, anything about who did the search. It could have been a search done for a school project about “good touch bad touch,” or may be not.

I woke up this morning with this girl on my mind and questioning:

Did she get her answer? Why was she searching in the first place? More importantly, IS SHE SAFE?

As a result, I am writing this post about good touch, bad touch and who and under what circumstances is one allowed to touch your private parts.


When I went to school to become an instructor and teach new mothers how to massage their babies, the first thing we learn was to ask the baby for permission to be touched, even if a few months old baby didn’t understand, yet, the mother had to show respect.

This post is written for young people under the age of consent, which I believe is 18 (sometimes 16, but I stick with 18.)

It’s purpose is to give very general guidelines about good touch and bad touch and if you think someone is touching you inappropriately, please speak to someone you trust or a school counselor immediately.

As a general rule,  when you are old enough to wash yourself your private parts, no one should be allowed to touch you.


If you have a medical problem and a doctor must help you. Generally, if touching of private parts is involved, in the exam room a nurse will always be present in addition to your  parent or guardian.

You must feel SAFE. You must BE SAFE and if you question why is this happening, have mixed feelings, fear, are confused, listen to your gut feelings, your instincts. Rarely our instincts are wrong.

Clearly, and I hope, the girl who searched yesterday on the topic of “mom touching my breasts,” searches again. Unless you were in an accident and your mom was trying to see if you are hurt and assess taking you for medical help, or she was applying a  cold compress to soothe your pain because you bumped into a hard object, she should not have touched your breasts or your vagina.

Good touch:

If a mother wishes to show love through touch, she may massage a child’s back, neck, feet, hands, always asking for permission, no matter which part of another person’s body one touches, first show respect.

Skin is our largest organ. Experiments show over and over again the importance of good touch, especially in the first year of life and throughout our lives.

I am passionate for good touch, but equally passionate for protecting the innocent against pedophiles.

Unfortunately, a pedophile could be anyone, even a parent, relative, someone you trust and love. Statistics show such is the case in many abuse situations.

This is why it is important  that YOU keep in mind these rules, so simple, yet hard to follow because how could a daughter admit to herself, her mom is touching her breasts with other than love on her mind? Yet, it happens and if there is a questioning in your “gut,” confusion, or you are asked to keep it a secret, please speak with someone you trust immediately to avoid being scarred for life.

I do know many teens from allover the world follow this blog. I hope you read this post and it helps you or someone you know.

This is for YOU ALL with respect and concern. Your bodies are yours, not to be touched inappropriately by anyone. By respecting your bodies, you respect yourselves.

I hope this post helps the girl who searched yesterday and others in the large world.

Please know, a woman far away, me, is concerned about YOU and wrote this post in hopes you will seek help and feel better!

If you have questions, please write me in private.


My desire to date comes and goes like episodes of bipolar, the type easy to diagnose because the symptoms are so clear opposite of one another.  At times I felt on top of the world, happy,  ready to spend money I didn’t have but I was sure God will take care of all my needs. Other times, my sole desire was to have enough strength to dive in a hole deep and dark where I didn’t recall what I did… sleep, cry, shout to be left alone or to be helped?  All of the above? No one cared, anyway, and that was the  overwhelming feeling: No one cared! I didn’t exist, not even for myself! I DID NOT EXIST FOR MYSELF, I WAS THE SHADOW OF NOTHINGNEESS!!! The bottom of that dark endless hole is hard to reach and crawling out of it even more difficult.  For a change to occur, it does a miracle of God. So, I am here, writing, a miracle did pull me by the hear and threw me out from the dark hopeless. What I do once in the light, it will be MY CHOICE! and it will take perhaps many, not ONE  miracle!

The story I am about to share has as a foundation that laughter is the BEST MEDICINE! Most of the story is true but parts are  slightly exaggerated to achieve my purpose and make us smile while learning.

This is a self diagnosis, or misdiagnosis, but this is a TRUE story and because it happened to me, I will NOT sue myself fro disobeying the privacy law. 

In this story I was in the “high” part’  of the illness where my qualities burst out of control: stunning, smart, l I was strong, I had superpowers, and don’t you tell me that  all those men weren’t lining up to offer me luxury trip on Carnival lines! I

  know  your game, YOU are JEALOUS!!! and have plenty of reasons!  At least be nice on the inside!

In one of this super-woman states, when flying was just the normal way I went from point A to point B, I decided to spread the good news  of my supernatural powers and signed up on an internet dating service. Why keep the good news to  myself, wouldn’t that be selfish, a trait a despise with all my heart???!!!

Generosity, a feature  I admire and hope to achieve To offer and give someone I don’t know and perhaps, I’d still like that mother taught me to say,  “thank you.!” If the world would me my personal estate, I will share it with the needy. And this is NOT a joke or illusion! It is the truth and I think of it daily!.

Oh, but let’s go back to a more realistic situation for $19.95 a month. Internet dating! Finding my soul mate Make the worlk a better place together! Why not? I filled in the application to the internet site, I thought that perhaps, in the process I might find an equally super-man, and together we will change the world to be a better place.

With all these philanthropic thoughts on my agenda, I met the possible man of my dreams for a first date.

Now, I must confess that everything had a limit, even miracles! As our wise Romanian saying goes “God helps those that help themselves.” Yes, I was trusting, but I still met my “prospect” at 2 PM in a café or a public place. Yes I knew he couldn’t have been a criminal because why would God send a criminal my way? However, who knew, in today’s world I felt hackers could hack everyone’ s laptop. Why not be careful? So with this in mind, before my date,  I still  asked a girlfriend to call me 15 minutes into the date and if there was no answer, chances were I was DEAD. No way I’d kiss passionately a stranger I knew after 15 minutes.  Everyone knew the ethics I follow, and that I was not that desperate,  Never lost my head to THAT extend…. hmm  it would be nice!  

In this specific case, all went according to plan (the boring, safe one). He was tall, a little unshaven, but  acceptable for 2 PM in a Pizza Place. Most importantly, he didn’t smell! 

We went into a Pizza Place and sat down.We ordered. He  spoke first. Three slices with everything on them. You name: onions, olives, mushrooms, sausage,,, you name it, it  on his pizza! I appreciated a man who knew his mind. He knew what he wanted. A rare quality! he was a man with an appetite and wasn’t hiding it!  It showed self confidence! No lies!  That and good sex are dreams of my life and he had both (I assumed the second)  Internet dating at work! But oh, well,  some of us,  learn slowly. Some very slowly or ever… you guess, that’s me.

I ordered one slice and a glass of water. I didn’t want to make a  bad impression, to order to much on a first date and assuming he would pay, I wanted to avoid any embarrassment. Oh! And I ate slowly with my mouth closed.

The appetizing slices arrived and he bit into his with a hard to believe hunger of… life, of pizza, of everything! God how I loved a man, man, who doesn’t use utensils or a Kleenex to wipe off  saliva lingering down his unshaven cheeks. A dream come true for a woman on  first date!

As I was eating  slowly, contemplating details of this scene and his hunger of life, , wishing it will never end, trying to memorize every detail for eternity, my date’s  face turned pale, actually blue, and it became bluer and bluer! He signaled the international language of “I am choking!”

Oh my God, my date was choking and here was the opportunity for me to show MY super power or be faced with a dead date!.

It can’t be, I thought, this is some kind of trick to see if I have a good heart. I wasn’t going to go for it! No way!

Meanwhile, a  bunch less septic  of good Samaritans  who were probably doctors, or t least took a First Aide Course at their kids school came to the rescue. In a matter of seconds, one of them did  the maneuver and before I know it, the date   spit  a  half- chewed-pizza bite from his sensuous  mouth right on top on my single pizza slice, so be it!! Now, how intimate was this? Close to a French kiss minus the tongue!!! on MY PLATE! How romantic was this ?  Who cared? He was breathing !Let’s face it, it beat death!

Abruptly, the dreamy scene STOPPED. His eyes starred into nothingness…I wonder what did he see??  Imagining that it was my face the last thing he would have seen before death??? Hmm couldn’t be, he looked scarred!

“Oh!!!  My tooth!” He screamed, at last!!! ” The bastards broke my  FRONT  tooth  when I bit into their damn pizza crust I want the manager! Where is the manager???”

Now everyone looked at us. The person next to us said he changed his mind… he’d  rather have something softer.”!

The owner arrived, all sweaty. The louder my date spoke, the softer did the owner. The date took the tooth the proof,” out of the pizza bite, and took it with him as proof of the crime and  what an unprofessional this place was!

The owner was now whispering and  he barely heard, offered the dissatisfied customer, my toothless date, the cost of fixing the tooth. He wanted MORE. Who was he (the owner, kidding) he ruined the toothless date’s life???

This was a first date with a beautiful woman (me)  explained the toothless date, (Imagine if they would have known about my magical powers, the price would have doubled). My head was spinning making calculations, and I am NOT good at math, still the numbers were hard to even grasp!! Suddenly that pizza slice caused my self-esteem to  go UP through the roof!!! My Goodness, was I valuable!

My head started spinning. I felt out of place. I didn’t even remember what happened. I just wanted  I wanted to be OUT!!!

Next, I saw, were the toothless date smiling a toothless smile and shaking hands with a very happy Pizza Place owner:

“Yes Sir,” said the owner,” you just bring the dentist bill to me and we’ll take care of it!” Yes, Sir, you’re right the crust is….How about if next time you take her  (ME!!!)  to …  and he names some fancy restaurant, and it’s on US!!!”

They shook hands again, as  we were leaving. Half the way out, my date turns as if he forgot something, and says to the cashier:

 “Do  me a favor, take the rest of the pizza and wrap it to go!  That was one good pizza I” take it hoe!”

I stepped out  ahead of him and as I was getting into my car, the toothless date  caught up with me. He reached me from behind and asked:

“No next date….?”

In all truth, it took all my imaginary powers to not knock out the rest of his teeth!


IMPORTANT This is a story whose purpose is entertainment and not medical advice. If you feel that you need medical help please call 911 and/or have someone drive you to the emergency room if it’s around the corner from your home.. DO NOT call your Mom, sister or husband, friend across country to ask them what to do. They will advise you to call 911 immediately.

: Bipolar is a treatable mental condition and millions live well with it. There are medications and therapy which indeed make miracles.

If someone suffers of bipolar chances are the person is also extremely intelligent. They are imaginative and artistic, to name just two of the  qualities.

The combination of  talk therapy and the correct medication does wonders.

In most cases the symptoms are generally  not as well defined and there are many grey areas. It is essential to STAY on medications. If some of you wish me to write a post on BIPOLAR itself, please just drop me  line and I will. That is also true for any subjects YOU are interested in. I will share what I know, research what I don’t and together we will be better and smarter!

There is too much sadness in our lives and throughout my writings, no matter how serious they are, I try to keep a sense of humor present, so that we obey by one of our rules: Laughter is the BEST Medicine.

Have a good weekend everyone, let’s try to keep our sense of humor because as wise people say,   “laughter IS, the best therapy.”

Please, no matter how funny it seems to others,  NEVEVER  make fun oft someone else who suffers from any condition, It is NOT fun to them.

If you wish to make fun, make fun of something YOU suffer. You could make fun of yourself but not others.

May God allow  us smile for a moment and teach us that nothing is hopeless and the right medications and type of counseling, indeed do magic!

Thank you for continuing to read our versatile blog. It mimic LIFE!!! Just life in real life we will laugh together, cry together and learn a LOT in the process. Please always share and ask. We are on this journey, called life, together.

  Rodica Mihalis, M.S. Counselor online