CHAFED

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 Dictionary entry overview: What does chafed mean? 

• CHAFED (adjective)
  The adjective CHAFED has 1 sense:

1. painful from having the skin abraded

  Familiarity information: CHAFED used as an adjective is very rare.

 Dictionary entry details 

• CHAFED (adjective)

Sense 1

Meaning:

Painful from having the skin abraded

Synonyms:

chafed; galled

Similar:

painful (causing physical or psychological pain)

 Context examples 

Also, his love of freedom chafed against the restriction in much the same way his neck chafed against the starched fetter of a collar.

(Martin Eden, by Jack London)

For six years her sons had chafed under an unwonted peace.

(The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

But if the narrowness of the village life chafed my easy spirit, it was a torture to the keen and ardent mind of Boy Jim.

(Rodney Stone, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

Holding my hand in both his own, he chafed it; gazing on me, at the same time, with the most troubled and dreary look.

(Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë)

I was compelled to let go the sheet while I helped her to the nest of blankets and chafed her hands and arms.

(The Sea-Wolf, by Jack London)

A moisturizing skincare formulation used for various skin conditions including dry skin conditions associated with eczema, psoriasis, chapped or chafed skin.

(Eucerin, NCI Thesaurus)

Presently she came to the top of a hill, down the side of which there was a road so narrow that the cart wheels always chafed the trees on each side as they passed.

(Fairy Tales, by The Brothers Grimm)

Johnson, the man who had chafed me raw when I first came aboard, seemed the least equivocal of the men forward or aft.

(The Sea-Wolf, by Jack London)

The old soldiers of Crecy, of Nogent, and of Poictiers were glad to think that they might hear the war-trumpet once more, and gladder still were the hot youth who had chafed for years under the martial tales of their sires.

(The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

How I had chafed and longed for the wonders of town, and yet, now that I had seen more than my wildest dreams had ever deemed possible, my eyes had rested upon nothing which was so sweet and so restful as our own little sitting-room, with its terra-cotta-coloured walls, and those trifles which are so insignificant in themselves, and yet so rich in memories—the blow-fish from the Moluccas, the narwhal’s horn from the Arctic, and the picture of the Ca Ira, with Lord Hotham in chase!

(Rodney Stone, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)