KEEPING THE OVARIES
No hysterectomy! I rescheduled back in October because I felt uneasy. Not sure exactly what it was, but something in me left me unconvinced that it was the right thing for me.
After more reflection and continued dealing with various lady-part problems and symptoms, I decided I should move ahead with it; after all, the doctor was clear that I would benefit. It was set for December.
The hospital called the day before the surgery to go over the intake process. I was ready. About an hour later, my phone rings and it is the doctor’s office. My doctor, whom I’ve had for about 22-years and who delivered two of my children, was “no longer with this practice.” Surgery is canceled. I would have to schedule a consultation with a new doctor and see what they recommended. WTF??
As it turned out, they fired my doctor for performing unnecessary surgeries. After my consult with the new doctor, she made it clear to me – a hysterectomy was not indicated based on my medical issues. Many of my symptoms were just menopause related, and those that weren’t directly related could be treated with various meds and/or therapies. JUST AS I ALWAYS SUSPECTED.
I learned a long time ago that no one knows your body better than you, not even your doctor. And doctors can be wrong. Medicine is not 100% science. There is an art to it and the artisan skills are molded by the logical fallacies humans are predisposed to when we aren’t diligent to avoid them. Add to it, even the most “flawless” doctor can’t account for everything. Then throw in the possibility that some doctors may be motivated by something other than the standards of care.
Moral of the story. Trust yourself regarding your own body! If something doesn’t sound right to you, get a second opinion!
Side note — my new doc is a female, a first for me. I don’t know why, but, I had always preferred a male gynecologist. I liked my new doctor and plan to stick with her (and female gyno’s going forward). Oh – and in case you wonder – I’ve been honest with my doctors about my sexual activities. I am sure my new doctor had quite the story to tell her husband when she got home!
IN A RELATED STORY
I had very little sexual desire through much of October and December. In fact, I had little motivation to do much anything. If not for my dedication to Duties and Obligations, it would have been a very lazy and unfulfilling Fall.
This lack of overall desire for much of anything was also one more piece of why my blogging respite went on for so long. I was unmotivated to blog or do much of anything. Finally, with my hormones in order, things have returned to normal. Well, my version of normal anyway! lol.
The experience provided me with a unique perspective.
SEX WITHOUT SEXUAL ENERGY
We’ve all likely had times where we weren’t feeling frisky, but this went way beyond that. I lacked any sexual response to sex. Emotionally I wasn’t feeling it, and that lack of emotion had physical manifestations. My nipples didn’t perk up, heart rate and breathing didn’t accelerate, I didn’t get that “flush” feeling in my stomach, chest, or face, and no tensing of the muscles in my thighs and hips, no tingling in my nether-regions. . . and certainly no orgasm.
I didn’t feel connected to my own body. It all felt a bit impersonal. Sounds awful, yes?
Well, actually. . . No. It could have been awful if it went on longer, or if I feared it might be permanent. I somehow knew it was all just related to hormones and compounded by the death of my father.
I made the best of it. After all, it wasn’t like I had a negative response to sex. I wasn’t feeling guilt, sadness, or disillusion regarding sexual activity. I just had no feelings at all, one way or the other. I was this sexually emotionless body going through the motions. No excitement, no plateau, no orgasm, no post-coital bliss. And it was great! Okay, great is an overstatement. But, it was good.
HOW TO HAVE FULFILLING “JOYLESS” SEX
I discovered a key ingredient that makes for fulfilling sex despite an absence of sexual energy. Intimacy! I still felt intimacy but in a whole new way.
I found myself 100% focused on the other person. I felt the rhythm of every movement they made. I felt the heat of every breath they took. I felt the crescendo of sex in them. And I experienced their orgasm in a way that I can’t adequately describe other than to say it was very fulfilling. (This is when I wish I had more literary skills as “very fulfilling” just doesn’t do it justice).
In addition to the feelings, there were the observations. I mean, think about it, how often do you really watch the other person and think about every little thing you are seeing. Sure, a glimpse or thought here and there, but I am talking about a prolonged look. The closest I’ve come to this is in threesomes or group settings when I watch others, but typically I am also part of the sexual energy as well. To be part of it all but not feel any of that sexual energy made for a very different experience.
I am not one to only focus on myself during sex; however, I have never been 100% focused on the other person. Let’s be honest. You can’t help but feel the tingles, the yearnings, and all that comes with the crescendo that ends in your own climax. Since I wasn’t feeling any of those things, 100% of my focus was on the other person.
In some ways, it felt a bit clinical. Like I was observing others having sex, even though I was part of it. But it also felt like I was connecting with the other person in a new and more profound way. Instead of experiencing sex from my point of view, (a point of view driven by all the electricity going through my body), I was experiencing it from their point of view and I was fully tuned into the electricity going through their body.
While it was wonderful to be exclusively focused on their enjoyment, at times it felt more like I was simply providing a service. After all, I was doing something solely for their benefit, absent any sexual satisfaction of my own. Normally, the feeling of service will tickle my submissive spot, but that spot was also numb during this time.
Yeah, I wasn’t feeling particularly submissive throughout this period. It made it difficult to get through my chores each day until I found new motivation. Since submission by itself wasn’t motivation enough, where could I find it?
I found it through my dedication to my submission. I took it all as a new challenge. Basically, performing my Duties and Obligations absent my normal joy would become my new act of submission. In other words, I wanted to demonstrate to myself a new level of commitment to my DD by adhering to all my Duties and Obligations at a time I just wasn’t feeling it.
I’ve done that before, but that was only mild ebbs and flows of “not feeling it.” This time, it was a tsunami of “not feeling it.”
I WAS LUCKY
The moment I first felt the hint of indifference I chalked it up to hormones and felt confident it was temporary. I think that is why I was able to experience this in an upbeat manner. I can imagine how hard such an occurrence could be on other women who can’t put their finger on the cause or worry that it may be permanent.
I also think about what this experience would have been like pre-DD. While I believe I’ve always been fairly well intuned with my body, that wasn’t always the case when it came to sexual energy. This would have caused me a lot of self-doubts and stress, which would only compound all the issues.
Further, I doubt I would have been as vocal in sharing my funk with Mike, thus he would have been largely in the dark over what was going on with me. All he would see is an unattentive wife, in the household and in bed. I am sure tensions would start to run high, an outburst here, an argument there. Yeah, it would be have been bad.
MORE KUDOS FOR MY DD
I was motivated to demonstrate a new level of commitment to serving Mike. Yes, I wanted to show him, but more importantly, I wanted to prove it to myself. And yes, it definitely helped that this was backed up by knowing there would be consequences (i.e. spankings) for failing in my Duties and Obligations.
My DD helped this be a positive experience, albeit one that I am glad has ended. I mean, a girl needs the excitement of the build-up, the plateau, the climax, and the post-coital bliss. Okay, let’s be honest, while that other stuff is nice, it’s the “BIG O” that I missed the most!