It seemed so clear what had to be done, after all my sex drive had been decimated and though I didn’t want to have sex, I wanted to want it. I wanted to feel like that sassy sultry woman I once knew as me. I wanted to throw on a cute little dress and some high heels and not worry that I might be taunting my husband or attracting his attention.
I wanted to feel sexual again, and I wanted him to feel wanted.
It really should have been a simple thing for me to do, pick up the phone, call the doctor’s office and let them know that something wasn’t right, but it wasn’t. You see with my sexual nature gone so was my ability to discuss sex with ease. I found it painful to dial the number to my doctor’s office and when they answered and asked what the reason for my appointment was, the closest I could get to an answer was:
I think the dose on my prescription may a little off.
They got me in relatively quickly, maybe a week later. I remembered the day my doctor told me it was okay to have sex once again and how happy I’d been… How far things had come. As I sat in the waiting room I nervously crossed and uncrossed my legs, fiddled with my purse and pretended to read a magazine or two. By the time the nurse called me back to the exam room I was a wreck. While she did all the normal things, weighing me, checking my height and blood pressure, asking me the reason for my visit, I concentrated on one thing only. Making it out of the room without crying. She left the room after telling me the doctor would be with me shortly and I resumed my nervous fidgeting until the doctor came in. It was one of the female doctors in the practice, the one who delivered our child. When she came in she smiled and asked me how my daughter was.
“Beautiful” I told her.
But that wasn’t the reason I was there, I pressed on and told her what I had said on the phone, that I thought the dosage on my birth control pills must be off. That I didn’t feel right, that I was emotional at all the wrong times. I cried while watching telephone commercials. I wasn’t myself.
And then sitting in the exam room I cried, not a tiny silent teardrop, not a little sniffle. I cried. I sobbed. I was so embarrassed that I cried more. But then it couldn’t have gotten any worse so as soon as I was able to breathe properly I told her the real problem.
I don’t want to have sex ever.
She nodded and patted me on the back and then asked a series of questions. The only thing I recall her asking with any clarity though was if that was abnormal for me. I snapped out of the sulks, my embarrassment was momentarily banished.
YES. Yes it’s very abnormal for me.
“Then we’ll fix it”
I breathed such a sigh of relief that moment. Even though I had been bat shit crazy and sobbing in the exam room I’d made myself heard. She knew what the problem was. We were going to fix it! It took a lot of trial and error, several different prescriptions and a bit more time. With each change the fog slowly lifted. At first sex wasn’t horrifying, but that wasn’t enough for me. I told her it still wasn’t right and we changed the prescription again… then I was once again back in the sex saddle but my moods became less predictable than the sea and I had violent mood swings.
Oops. Try again.
Eventually I had to be taken off birth control pills entirely because they were contributing to my high blood pressure and that’s when it happened.
It was almost a month after the last pill had been swallowed that I realized it. My daughter was no longer a baby, she was a toddler. My marriage had somehow survived more than a year of hormone driven insanity and sex disorder and by some miracle, or what seemed like one, I was me again.
Certainly imperfect, slightly kinky, fun loving, emotional and sex driven me.
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