For over a decade after losing my virginity at twenty, I suffered from painful sex (dyspareunia). Although my body would lie there, feeling like I was getting stabbed with a knife while being rubbed raw with sandpaper and having acid poured on my wounds, the rest of me would go running for the hills every time I saw a penis coming my way. I literally dissociated from my body during all those years of painful sex that led to the disintegration of my marriage.
My poor husband suffered too. The dude adored me, so he felt like a total schmuck because he knew how much sex hurt me (you couldn’t miss the signs – the tears, the yelps, the grimaces, the avoidance of anything as innocent as a hug because it might lead to more pain.) At first, the diagnosis was vulvar vestibulitis, inflammation of the glands in the “vestibule” (opening) of the vagina. But finally, my body got to the point where it just flat out shut down. You couldn’t get into my body if you wanted to because the muscles in the vagina had had enough. They just locked out anybody who wanted to come in – lovers, gynecologists, even tampons.
My vagina became a DO NOT ENTER zone.
This went on for over ten years, and the whole time, I was PISSED.
I mean everyone else seemed to be having rocking, sexy, hot, intimate, multi-orgasmic blissful sex.
But not me. I would have settled for feeling nothing. Nothing would have been bliss compared to the hell I experienced from my husband’s penis. I would have been willing to lie there, feeling nothing, so my husband could get off and we could have some sort of sex life. Nothing sex would have been awesome. Great sex felt like more than I could ever hope to achieve.
At first, I didn’t even know this was abnormal. I figured every woman just suffered through intercourse as some sort of female sacrifice to get a man. But then, as I went to medical school and became an OB/GYN physician, I learned that most women do not experience pain with sex, although 15 percent of women will have painful sex at some point in their life, and 20 million women are currently suffering from this health condition.
I Could Have More?
For a long time, I didn’t even know I could ever have more. Then, even after I knew it wasn’t normal, I continued to suffer in silence.
During this time, nobody knew except my husband. I had had other lovers, but I never shared with them how much I suffered when they thrusted into me. I trusted my husband with my private truth, and he begged me to get help, but I was too embarrassed to tell even my doctor, who always seemed too busy to really listen.
I Felt Like A Hypocrite
The worst part was that I was an OB/GYN physician. I spent all day promoting women’s health, teaching people about sexual health, and delivering babies so others could have great sex lives and healthy, happy vaginas. I felt like a f*cking hypocrite.
I remember, right after my husband and I finally got divorced (after I finally saw a doctor and she told me there was nothing she could do for me except cut out a piece of my vagina), I had just delivered the baby of a good friend. I remember thinking, “That will never be me. I will never find true love, have great sex, give birth to a baby, or feel sexual, feminine, and whole. I’m going to be an old maid delivering other women’s babies. I’ll never have that experience myself, and nobody will ever love me again.” I felt horribly, desperately alone, like damaged goods.
Back On The Market – Yikes!
After my divorce, I was terrified of becoming intimate with another man. I enjoyed flirting and appreciated male attention, but as soon as it looked like things might evolve romantically, I freaked out. I was embarrassed and ashamed, and I felt damaged. Who ever heard of a gynecologist who hated sex and avoided it like the plague?
The pain of my failed marriage was especially acute, given the nature of my work. All day long, I helped women prepare to get pregnant, and I delivered babies into their waiting arms. Every time I saw a father tearing up over the birth of his little baby, I cried.
Then I hit my wall. I saw the downward spiral my life was taking, and I feared I would turn into one of those bitter, lonely, angry doctors who lash out at their patients, have no social life of their own, and numb themselves with too much food, alcohol, drugs – whatever.
I Was Ready To Heal
I decided I loved myself too much to let that happen, and I decided, once and for all, that I would do anything – anything – to heal myself.
As a gynecologist, I knew what I had to do. I had all the head knowledge to handle the problem, but I knew there was no quick fix, no pill to swallow, no surgery to cure the pain, no magic wand I could wave to make things different.
I knew I would have to do the work. But I also knew my condition was 100 percent curable, if I was brave enough to do whatever it would take.
I decided I was worth it. So I did the work. And when I fell in love a few months later, I had pain-free, pleasurable, orgasmic sex for the first time ever. And I’ve been teaching women who suffer from sexual pain disorders how to do that work ever since.
20 Million Women Are Like I Was
Are you one of the 20 million women who suffer from painful intercourse (dyspareunia)? Does sex hurt – either all the time or some of the time? Are you experiencing your own private hell, either because you’ve told nobody or you’ve seen multiple doctors, only to be told to suck it up? Or are you a guy who loves a woman like this?
I know how this nightmare feels. If you’re the one in pain, I know how you tense up every time you see that penis coming your way. I know how much you want to please the partner you love, but how conflicted you feel because it hurts like hell, and you’d honestly rather never have intercourse again if this is how it’s always going to be. I know the guilt, the shame, the embarrassment you feel. I know you even wonder crazy things like “Should I just encourage my partner to have sex with someone else so I don’t have to feel guilty any more?”
It Sucks For Guys Too
And if you’re the guy who loves a woman like this, I know how awful this is for you. I know you feel guilty for hurting the woman you love. I know you wonder whether you should just give up trying and appreciate the good things in the relationship. I also know you think about ending the relationship because good sex is important to you, and you’re not sure you can spend the rest of your life living without it or having to torture the woman you love.
I feel you. And I’m here for you both.
Let Me Help Diagnose Your Problem
Since I put my white coat back on and opened up my consulting practice to women outside the California area, I’ve been swamped with people who read my personal story about painful sex in Redbook magazine, people who suddenly felt like there was a doctor who gets it, someone who cares, someone who has been completely cured by doing what it takes, and someone who knows intimately the tools to help others overcome this.
So I’ve created a free diagnostic tool to help anyone who suffers from pain with sex, so I can help you get out of this private hell.
Let me help you stop pain with sex, love. Come out of your private hell. Let’s put this nightmare behind you.
Diagnose why sex hurts here.
Let me leave you with some hope.
Almost every woman with painful sex who I’ve worked with has been completely cured from her sexual pain. You could be one of those women. You can feel sexy again, start wanting sex again, feel feminine again, and mend the fractures in your relationship that have evolved because of this problem. You can, not only tolerate sex, you can LOVE sex and enjoy orgasms and feel whole again.
I know you can, because I’ve done it myself and I’ve helped thousands of women do the same.
So don’t give up, love. I believe in you.
Committing to helping relieve your suffering,