Don’t just suffer through it

For those of you who are dealing with painful sex, I beg you, please don’t just suffer through it!  As I retell my story and relive those earlier years of pain I am dumbfounded at how I just suffered through it for so long.  I know now that I actually made things worse by allowing the pain to continue unabated (with hypertonic pelvic floor muscle disorder, the more trauma there is to the muscles the tighter they become and the longer the healing process takes).  More than that, I think about how much time was wasted and the emotional damage of suffering for so long.

sex is not supposed to hurt - when sex hurts there is hope

At first I just dealt with it because I wasn’t really sure what was wrong, or if there really was something wrong at all.  If you are having any similar types of doubts, let me make it very clear—sex is not supposed to hurt!  Continue reading

Picking up the broken pieces (this is my story…part 7)

The difference is truly night and day from where I started, but I am still not normal.  It takes effort and extra care, but a healthy sex life is possible.  I continue to see my physical therapist once a month and do as much as I can on my own to keep my muscles healthy.  Pain-free sex does not come easily.  Even though I have found the right diagnoses and gone through years of treatment towards healing, sex can still cause much pain.  This brings me to the last and most important piece to finding healing when sex hurts—a spouse that is loving, supportive, flexible, understanding, patient, and so many other things.

Unfortunately for me, this last piece was too broken to put back together.  By our six year anniversary it became clear that the road to healing had been too long and too hard, and too damaging to our relationship.  A period of hurt and heartache came next, ultimately ending in divorce.*

But there is hope…

I can honestly say that I am a transformed person.  This has been quite a journey and I have learned so much throughout it.  God has been with me every step of the way—seeing me through the struggles, the hopelessness, the heartache, and the healing.  Although I can’t say I would ever choose to deal with the realities that come when sex hurts, I can see all of the good in my life because of it.  My journey is not over and I know there is still more healing to come.  But, I want to take this time now to share with all of you—lessons I have learned, experiences I have had, struggles I have overcome, and the amazing truth that when sex hurts there is hope!

*The psychological pain of a broken heart and a failed marriage is a completely different type of pain which also has far-reaching effects on every aspect of your life.  Likewise, the healing process takes time and effort.  I will share more in later posts about the importance of having a strong relationship with God, supportive friends and family, and a therapist you can trust.

What is wrong with me? (this is my story…part 1)

Sex is supposed to be an amazing experience. Okay, so I know it’s not always fireworks and multiple orgasms (I personally think that one is a myth), but it’s not supposed to hurt, right?  Am I doing something wrong?  Do I just need to give it time to get used to?  Why does it seem to be getting worse instead of better?  These are some of the things that frequented my thoughts during the early months of my marriage.

Perhaps my upbringing was a little different from yours, but sex wasn’t exactly a topic discussed at the dinner table.  So, when I first started experiencing the extremes of painful sex, I didn’t know what to do.  I waited several months until my annual OB/GYN appointment before even beginning my search for a diagnosis.  My husband didn’t know what to do with me.  (Needless to say, our marriage didn’t exactly get off to a great start.)  I felt defective, mortified and confused…what is wrong with me?

I did my best to just get through it.  I felt like it was important for me to have sex with my husband, but I didn’t have much of a desire beyond wanting to keep him happy.  I didn’t know how to talk to him about what I was feeling.  I couldn’t get past the overwhelming thoughts of what is wrong with me?!  Shouldn’t I desire to have sex with my husband?  There were many times that I would try to hide my silent tears, and other times when I just couldn’t take the pain and I had to tell him to stop.

In hindsight I am dumbfounded by how I handled those early days of painful sex.  I want to go back in time to my naïve self and yell at her to stop inflicting pain on herself!  Pain tells you that something is wrong.  Stop doing whatever is causing the pain and seek help!  (I would also lecture her on the importance of open communication in relationships.  If he loved you enough to marry you, he should love you enough to listen to you describe what is going on and support you in finding a solution.)

Eventually I found the courage to talk to my doctor and the journey to an accurate diagnosis began.