A reader whose husband has erectile dysfunction contacted us this week. She felt lost and lonely and needed help. She asked to not be identified and told her story to Shelly Horton in the hope of getting answers and helping others. This is what she wrote …
I have an embarrassing secret – and feel like I am living a lie… My ‘problem’ is not mine, but somehow has become ALL mine and is impossible to discuss with anyone. You see, my husband, who is a blokey-bloke, hasn’t had a full or proper erection for three years. I fear he is impotent, and when he does eventually get ‘there’ it lasts very briefly.
Our story is quite suburban and normal (whatever that means). We have been married 15 years (we have two kids, who are teenagers), a dog and cat. We’ve had the usual ups and downs including a huge mortgage and bills; each week is a struggle financially, but that is not the real issue. We are managing and our private school educated kids have never gone without, so I don’t want to focus on the money issue.
We are both almost 50. Our issue can be summed up in one three-letter word: SEX. The problem is, my libido really hasn’t changed at all. Even during both pregnancies I wanted it (he didn’t), and if anything my desire has increased as our kids are pretty much off our hands with their busy social and sporting lives. I have always had a healthy sexual appetite, and enjoyed wonderful healthy sex with previous partners, but my husband’s has decreased and diminished over the years. Particularly over the past three years.
To be honest, I think a lot of it is he is tired and can't be bothered. Sex is not on his radar. He works long hours and all his energy goes into work. He is very old school with his work ethic: up early and off to work, puts in a hard day, and regularly works extra hours. At night he is tired, just wants to eat dinner, and go to bed. To sleep.
The other (embarrassing) detail is that I have always instigated anything in the bedroom - and I mean I have always initiated things. I can not tell you the last time he started anything. At least 10 years ago, when our son was about two, would be the last time. Please believe me when I say I have tried many many things - talking, turning him on, weekend’s away, Viagra, etc. I have suggested counselling, hired porn DVDs, and really, nothing has worked.
I may cry telling you this, but here's an example of what happens: A couple of weekends ago we were child free unexpectedly. We got to Saturday afternoon, where I thought, 'Here is an opportunity for together time!' I drew the curtains, set the mood, got some champagne from the fridge and asked him to come into the bedroom. He was outside.
Him: "What are you doing?" Me: "I thought we could get it on." (or words to that effect) Him: "But I’m mowing the lawn, I've got stuff to do outside." Me: "Don’t worry about it, fuck the lawn - do it later." Him: "I’m not in the mood now." Me: "Well, let's get in the mood, it won't take long, let's have a bit of fun – there are no kids here, we can relax, we can make noise..." Him: "No, not into it now. Maybe later."
Then he walked away and went back outside. I sat on the bed, cried, and got up and got dressed, and I probably went and vacuumed. That rejection happens a lot.
I can say that when we do finally get there, he is attentive to me (you know what I mean) and I have no complaints there. It is good ... but 'closing the deal' doesn’t happen. He's not hard, so it's literally an anti-climax. We are way passed the point of saying, "Oh well, it happens to men sometimes".
He really doesn't say anything and I'm sure he is embarrassed. I am frustrated and usually change the subject. It took a long time for him to even agree to Viagra.He would yell, and get angry and defensive when I brought it up. "There’s nothing wrong with my dick!" Finally I insisted on going to the doctor with him when he went for a check up. I had to bring the conversation up. It was excruciating in the doctor’s room. The doctor got my drift, or my general look of desperation, and he prescribed it. Weeks later (he wouldn’t get the prescription filled), we tried it. Anyway, it works, sort of. It's still not 100 per cent hard, but better than nothing, so I certainly wanted him to use it again. I even suggested he take two tablets (which he did on one occasion) and it sort–of worked again.
The big issue is that he will barely discuss it with me. Naturally, he is very defensive, saying there is nothing wrong with his dick and won't acknowledge it. He's a very old school Aussie male, raised in country Queensland, where men were men and traditional roles maintained. He doesn’t acknowledge it (he is a caveman emotionally). There was one occasion where he said, "Oh, I've lost my hard-on". But he didn't do anything about it, and I think we just went to sleep. Sadly (and yes, I am desperately sad, although very angry too) it has become a big issue in our marriage. There is now so much pressure about the sex that we are NOT having! I find myself looking at other men all the time, wishing I could have an affair just for the sex.
I think I am a relatively attractive woman for my age, and want to be attractive for him. I wax regularly, keep fit, go to the hairdressers, try to maintain some personal style and sexiness. The strange and awfully ironic thing is that when I speak to most of my close girlfriends they don’t seem to want sex, and have no desire to have sex, unless it's a 'special occasion' like birthdays or Christmas. Maybe I am speaking to the wrong women. I really don’t know what to do… and can't see myself spending the next 20 years with someone and not having good sex again.