I really don’t even know where to start with this. Trigger warning for sexual abuse / child abuse.
I thought I had come to terms with everything but every so often it boils over and I’m a wreck. I’ve had counselling in the past, multiple bouts. I don’t think I’m ever going to feel better about it than I do. I’m so sorry if this is long.
I have very complex issues around sex which are hard to explain. The main issue is complete loss of libido which happened when I was on a medication for endometriosis years ago - it’s a known side effect but when I came off it, it just didn’t come back. Occasionally it will return, like a switch, on or off. When my sex drive is back, I can have sex and enjoy it, when it’s gone I can’t handle anything physical at all.
I believe this is because of my history of sexual abuse which started in childhood with a family member, and then continued in my 20s with several partners who were sexually abusive. To be honest it was pretty normal to me, partners who weren’t abusive were (I believed) the unusual ones.
So when I have no sex drive, I get extremely panicky about the thought of any physical intimacy. When I have it back, I don’t feel that way. Or rather I didn’t.
The other complicating factor is pain. I have pretty awful pelvic pain most of the time, worse at certain times. Since I started having sex, I have often found it painful, and again I think I normalised this and just accepted it that penetrative sex often hurts.
DH and I have been married for a decade - much of that time I’ve had no sex drive. DH has a high sex drive but does not pressure me and accepts that there are long spells where I just can’t. He would never want me to do something I wasn’t enjoying or that caused me pain. I know this is true. And yet things have fallen apart quite spectacularly this week.
Last month I got my sex drive back for a couple of days and when I did I had an increase in pain even before we had sex. A few days ago it came back again and we tried to have sex but it hurt - I am just realising that I essentially have vaginismus, I’ve never been able to tolerate tampons, smear tests etc. DH is quite large, I am not and this can be an issue. A previous gynaecologist said that internally my muscles are so solid they feel like bone - but they said it was pelvic floor dysfunction.
The next day I did want to do it, but I felt panicked about trying and figured it was because of the pain of the previous day. DH didn’t want to try but I asked him to anyway. It ended with me bursting into tears because it wasn’t working. Then again last night much the same - as soon as he tried I panicked, and he of course stopped.
Then he asked me, if it was hurting and I was worried about it, why didn’t I just say I didn’t want to? He started talking about it and I realised that for my entire life I have just put up with things that are painful and that I want to stop without saying so. And I really don’t know why I do this.
It’s really devastated me to be honest. I have a husband who would never want me to put myself through pain for him and he’s so upset that there have been times where I have wanted him to stop and I’ve said nothing. For some reason I don’t feel I can or should stop things. I’ve realised that my issues with penetrative sex are worse than I thought - I fear it, I feel anxious about it, and my fear of it obviously plays a big part in me not wanting to do anything, because I know that’s where it’s leading and I’m subconsciously panicking about it. Somehow I’ve never linked all this together in my head - the horrendous smear tests, not being able to use tampons (the thought of them makes me feel sick, and they hurt on the few occasions I have tried), and the subconscious fear of that part of sex. I feel like I’ve just woken up to what’s happening and what I’ve been doing for so long.
When I have no sex drive I have no issue telling DH that it’s off the cards. But when it’s back I guess I feel like I don’t have a valid reason not to do things? That sounds so ridiculous when I write it down. I bang on all the time about consent, not doing things you’re not comfortable with and yet for my whole adult life I’ve internalised that I should just tolerate pain and fear of this and I don’t even know why I feel that way.
DH is so upset that I haven’t felt able to say no, and even that I’ve pretended to enjoy things I haven’t because he would never have carried on with things if he’d known I was in pain or was feeling panicked about it. We’ve had a long talk today and he’s said that we just need to take that activity off the table for now so I know we aren’t going to do it and I can relax. Obviously that I don’t need to do anything I don’t want to do, and that I just need to be able to tell him if I want something to stop.
Why do I find this so difficult? I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I genuinely don’t know why I’m even writing this. I feel like such a broken mess. I have no idea how my DH is still here to be honest, most would have left a long time ago. I feel like I’ve let myself down and also that I’ve let him down because I feel like I’ve put him in a horrible position. The stupid thing is that when I’m in the right mindset and feel relaxed we have a wonderful sex life and any feeling I have that I can’t be honest about things comes from me, not from him.
Does any of this make sense to anyone else? Has anyone been through anything like this? Did anything help you?
The thought of going to a sex therapist terrifies me. I can’t talk about all this openly with a random person. I have struggled to even talk about it with my husband today - we communicate really well usually but honestly I didn’t really understand what was wrong myself so I couldn’t explain it to him.
I am so tired of all this - the impact of the past, the endometriosis and medications, the pain, etc. I just went to feel normal and have a normal relationship with my husband. I am so angry that stuff that happened nearly 30 years ago is still having such an impact on me even after trying for so long to deal with it.
I just don’t believe this can ever get better and that’s heartbreaking.
Sorry for the giant essay. I don’t know if there’s anything anyone can say but I guess it helps to say it anonymously!