You dread intimacy. What should be a moment of profound physical connection instead feels like bracing for an assault. The burning, the sharp tearing sensation,
The bedroom light clicks off. You immediately turn on your side, feigning sleep, praying your husband doesn’t reach out. When his hand brushes your shoulder,
You stare at the ceiling, feeling entirely disconnected from your own body. Society, and sometimes even well-meaning doctors, will tell you that your vanishing desire