Showing posts with label Things that are Scary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things that are Scary. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

When you insist on tip toeing through the tulips, you may end up with fertilizer on your feet




Why do we tip toe around things so much? Walking on egg shells so that we don’t accidently “offend” someone. I’m not advocating simply saying whatever you think and feel at whatever time you think or feel it. People do that enough on Facebook these days and it’s out-of-hand, but I’ve dealt with a ridiculous level of political correctness because I was in college in the blooming age of PC and it drove me nuts. It was like you weren’t allowed to be unhappy for any reason – EVER – because hey, let’s all be shiny, happy people! Whee! *coughcoughBARF*
Today I was talking to a colleague who knows all my business because I trust her and consider her a friend. A friend who might also throw me under the bus professionally if it came down to something between her or me, but personally she’s had my back and listened to a lot of my angst over the past year or so. I appreciate that.
During our little chat, I was talking about my annual OBGYN visit happening this afternoon and I mentioned that I was a little disappointed that I think my insurance only does pap smears every two years now instead of every year (and how twisted is it to WANT to have a pap smear??) because that would give me an idea of how well my physical therapy is working. Then I said something about how I guess it was just as well since my period had started last night (oh please, that’s not TMI considering everything else I talk about!). I whispered the word “period” when I said it, like it was something that shouldn’t be mentioned. Not that I want to have in-depth discussions with anyone about that, but still…why did I feel like I had to whisper about it to another woman when we weren’t within earshot or anyone else?
Why are we so afraid of these kinds of personal things?? For crying out loud, if I have to see one more commercial for erectile dysfunction with people dancing around and everything making it sound like it is SO important that men can perform sexually, I might scream. Because women always seem to sit in the shadows without being able to talk about this kind of thing because it’s “inappropriate” or women aren’t supposed to have sexual urges and desires without it being seen as “wrong” or “dirty” or “shameful”. Yes, I know, I’m ranting right now and I’m ok with it. Sometimes you gotta let it all out.
Truly though, why is it the norm to see those kind of commercials on TV al the time, but until I opened my big yapper about this type of problem for women, most people I know had never heard of it?
I heard a story in a Ted Talk about a female newspaper editor who didn’t want to run a story on this type of thing because she claimed that if painful sex was really a problem for women, why wasn’t anyone talking about it? WHY??? Because the societal norm has always been that women don’t talk about that kind of thing. If they desire sex, they are promiscuous or a slut. Something must be wrong with them. But if men talk opening about sex, it’s just part of being a man (whatever the hell that means these days).
Vaginismus or lichen sclerosus or dyspareunia aren’t only about sex or the desire for it though. It’s a quality of life issue. For me personally, it’s not like I’m getting any regular offers, but now that I know the equipment isn’t working right, I’d like to get it up to snuff before the next opportunity comes along, y’know? But it makes me angry to see ED have such a public profile when women have sexual dysfunction issues as well and they are just as demoralizing for them as it is for a man who can’t get an erection. And if a man CAN get an erection, what good does it do if my vagina is a hostile environment??? Why get it up if you can’t get it in??
Thankfully the men I know who have engaged me in any kind of conversation about vaginismus have done so in the most respectful and open manner I could ever have imagined. I wasn’t sure the men in my life (any of them, so I apologize for that generalization to all my male friends and family members) could handle that kind of discussion, but I was wrong. Not that I sit down and talk about it to them with regularity face-to-face, but I’ll get an email or comment now and then from someone that lets me know they have been paying attention and that something they came across made them think about my situation and want to share information. The fact that men are listening and really hearing is wonderful!! As I said the very first time I publicly talked about this, it is NOT just a women’s health issue. It affects everyone.
Enough ranting. I’ll leave the final words of the evening to Julia Sugarbaker. Mostly because I no longer have any idea where I'm going with this so why not let her take over the ranting for me.

Oh my gosh, I have a nervous vagina!!

I took a walk this afternoon and listened to a podcastfrom April 2011 that someone told me about (no clue who at this point) about, of course, vaginismus. [Disclaimer: No, my life does not revolve around this disorder, but since it’s had a big effect on certain parts of my life that are supposed to be, y’know, FUN, it has naturally become a focus. But not THE focus. Cause that’s cake. Duh!]

I learned that vaginismus basically means having a nervous vagina.

*pauses*

OH MY GOSH!!! I HAVE A NERVOUS VAGINA!!!

Hey, sometimes you gotta celebrate what you can.

Now, I wouldn’t say my vagina was nervous per se. Perhaps a tad wary. (I mean, have you seen some of the penises out there? They can be a little intimidating.) A little awkward certainly. (As might happen when it’s not quite as active as some other vaginas might be.) Cautious. Careful. Thoughtful. But not nervous really.

Ok. Wait. The dictionary definition of nervous includes “tending to be anxious; highly strung”.

um..yeah. Ok. My vagina is nervous. But you would be too if…if…if…well, yours would be too IF. So there! But I can calm it down. It can be done. We’re working on it.

Also, the doctors on the podcast said that your vagina can be trained. So I'm all “Hot damn!! Does that mean it can do back flips and all kinds of cool tricks?!?! Because, y’know, that would be awesome!!" I’m just sayin’…

So to recap, today I learned that 1) I have a nervous vagina, but 2) it can be trained. Well now. I guess you really do learn something new every day.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The scariest thing that happened last year


A lot happened in my life last year, not just my medical diagnosis. I started buying (and wearing) dresses. Lots and lots of dresses. Mostly blue, which is only strange because my favorite color is purple. But I can rock the blue and so I do. (Bad rhyming is quite deliberate, I assure you.) I tried to be more social, which is always a challenge for me. I auditioned for (and was cast in) a play. Ummm…I’m sure I did other things. I must have.

I’ve given this some thought, however, and there is one thing that is overwhelmingly frightening about the past year and this entire experience with vaginismus…the fact that at some point I let a man see me naked.

Nothing scared me quite so much this past Halloween season as the fact that I let The Guy see me naked. I apologize for putting the vision of me naked in anyone’s head, so it’s ok. Scream and get it out of your system. I can wait. *pausing to put in ear plugs to avoid actually hearing the screams of the masses*

When I stop and give ANY thought whatsoever to this, I'm slightly traumatized. Oh, not because we were naked – that happened so fast I’m not sure I realized it until my clothes were off – but because I’m not sure how the sight of my large, white derrière didn't blind The Guy for life.

I don’t know anyone who seems really comfortable with someone seeing them naked for the first time. Maybe those people exist and I may even know some of them, but I can’t name names (because most sane people do not talk about this kind of thing). Allowing someone to see you that way is allowing yourself to be very vulnerable. You are literally putting it all out there without being sure how the other person is going to react.

Of course, if you are in a romantic moment, then one can assume that the other party is going to react in a positive manner or, at the very least, be so caught up in the moment that they don’t react in a negative manner. Once again, since The Guy seems to still be alive and well with all vision intact, I’m going to assume he survived any possible trauma.

Does it really matter what someone else thinks? Well, sure it does! Nobody wants to believe they were found lacking and certainly, if anyone treats you that way it’s time to move on. I mean, if you can’t appreciate what you see, I’m not letting you look anymore. It only seems fair.

That said, still…I’m quite surprised I was ok with letting a man – someone who was, in many respects, a stranger – see me naked since it had been a while. Having been involved in community theater since I was a kid, I actually don’t have any big qualms about changing clothes in front of people, male or female. It’s simply doing what needs to be done to get the show on the road. But taking every stitch of clothing off my body and letting someone look at it? Well, yeah…it still kind of freaks me out.

But I recovered and I’m better all around for the experience. What another person thinks of my body isn’t nearly as important as what I think of it and I’m quite proud of my body. Oh, I have NO plans to run around showing it off to anyone. I am infinitely more modest that one might assume. But I know how hard I’ve worked to lose weight and tone up places. I have more places that need some toning up, but I’ll get there and if I don’t? Well, so be it. Plus, I conquered the fear of letting a man see me naked. Heck, I might even consider doing it again some time. And that, my friends, is what I think we can call body confidence.