Dating without sex
I have slept with ice on my vagina, tried electric shock therapy and acupuncture, brought my heating pad with me everywhere I go, and used a dilator every morning before work.
I have tried to cut out red meat, given up gluten, signed up for more yoga classes, and bought exclusively cotton underwear.
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In the past two years – in the hopes of alleviating my pain – I have been to physical therapy, psychological therapy, and started support groups.
My “sexual experience” consisted of doctors poking and prodding me and men looking disappointed at me for something I couldn’t explain or help.
My doctors told me I could have a sexual experience in other ways.
I also started to date again I’d had boyfriends in high school and dated some in college, and I enjoyed it.
I was as shocked and disappointed as they were when – after happily rounding first and second bases – the actual sex stuff turned out to be so excruciating for me.
The cocktail menu boasted a tequila drink “known for making your clothes fall off.” My date made a joke about it. I barely remember the rest of the night, but I do remember that I never heard from him again.