By ANONYMOUS
I’m a 30-something-year-old women, in a loving marriage raising a son and navigating my way through step-mothering two teenagers. I’m lucky enough to work full time in my chosen career and I have many varied, amazing girlfriends.
I love our girly catch ups. The round table discussions, so Sex and the City. Husbands who are driving us batty, children who make us laugh and drive us insane all at the same time.
But it wouldn’t be Sex and the City without the ‘sex’, would it?
When my girlfriends talk about the crazy weekend away or the latest ‘position’ that they tried out, a little part of me cries inside.
I have a condition called Dyspareunia. Sex has always been violently painful for me. At times to the point where I end up in the bathroom dry wretching from the pain. I suffer in silence.
You see, it tends to put a downer on those girly conversations around the table. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my husband, I orgasm. I’ve been to doctors, many doctors over the last fifteen years.
The cause of Dyspareunia can be physical or psychological. In my case I’ve had the physical aspect ruled out. I’ve been poked and prodded for years, in GP rooms and under unaesthetic. I’ve even had surgery to help.