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Wednesday, February 25, 2015
My Self-Imposed Sexual Sabbatical
I don’t remember the exact moment my sabbatical from sex began. Or even why it happened. I love the sex. After my divorce several years ago, I had all the sex. I was sexy in every corner of my fair city. Ask anybody. Or everybody. I had a blast. This time, not so much.
After my last break-up I thought I’d once again hit the sexy party girl road. I didn’t. The comfort of men was somehow not so comforting this time around. I had had enough. Enough bullshit. I felt, I don’t know, empty?
Empty and angry
Angry at men
Furious with men
Men lied, and cheated, and lied again. I couldn’t get past the anger and feeling of betrayal toward men, not even for one night. How could any man excite me when every man made me cringe? I dreamt about it, the sex. I wanted so badly to be held, to be touched, to be told I was wanted, needed. But the thought of actually letting a man touch me was like a blow to the gut. I couldn’t do it. I have a couple of close male friends who took the brunt of my non-sex-man-hating-anger during this period. I love them for that. I truly do. I had to get over this non-trusting of men. I had actual hatred towards men. I knew this was not normal. Not all men deserved my hate. It was making me miserable. It was making me miserable to be around.
Eventually men happened. The sex happened. I found little joy. I found lots of problems. I could not be happy. The men weren’t making me happy. They used to make me happy. What had happened to me? The touching, the kissing, the handholding, the closeness, none of it made me feel like I wanted to feel. Why wasn’t it working? It had to work. I wanted to have sex. I wanted company. I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to be like everyone else.
I pushed it all away. The men, the sex, all of my chances for happiness were pushed away.
I woke the fuck up
I was no longer happy with me. Self-esteem no longer existed within me. The emptiness I felt was because of me. Not happy with me - I was not familiar with that sentiment. It had been years since I had been unhappy with me. I like me. This did not feel like me. This was wrong. Something had to change. I had to be happy with me before I could be happy with a man; before I could have sex. For me to be happy I had to start doing things for myself. It began with little things: going to dinner, hanging with friends, plans that didn’t revolve around a man. Then the things got bigger: concerts, day trips, festivals, theme parks, vacations.
I was having fun
With my family
With my friends
There were no men. No men to hate. No men to distrust. No men to make me feel like less of a person. No men to bash my self-esteem. No sex. None. This was a good thing. I needed time to like me and to find my sexy. I needed to feel worthy of being liked. I needed to do all of that so I could stop the man hating. I needed to do all of that so I could move forward. I needed to do all that so I could enjoy the sex if and when I allowed it to happen.
I like me. I cried, I laughed, I had fits, I hid from people, and I stomped the hell out of my feet to get here.
I cried but I did all the things
But, I like me. It was worth it. Because I like me, I no longer hate the men. I determined that my man issues are worse than I originally thought. Trust issues. I still have problems believing that men (people) are sincere, about anything. I continue to believe that all men have ulterior motives. This is my problem. There's no one to blame. It's just me. Yes, I am damaged. Yes, I am working on it.
I continue to abstain from the sex. Once it wasn’t a huge deal; it wasn’t a huge deal. And I’m terrified. I'm absolutely dark, creepy house at the end of the block when I was 6, terrified. It’s true. I’m scared shitless to allow a man to touch me. I can’t even imagine sex. No night time put-me-to-sleep-smiling thoughts, no sexy after I hit the REM sleep, no daydreams of hot, half naked men on the beach rubbing me down and then "you know". It’s almost as if sex no longer exists for me. It’s not easy. It's sad. I am in pain. I am raw. Sex will hurt me both mentally and physically.
I still have a sense of humor. Always a sense of humor.
I want it; I need it. Once I believe what comes out of the face-hole of man, the sexy-time issue will be a non-issue and all will be well.
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I love you. I feel sorry for what you've gone through, but you're doing all the right things. I admire you. I've been in a lot of bad places with men, and then got thrown right back into the same places again. I hit a wall, finally, after the worst of the worst. I felt, too, like I needed almost a recovery period, like I was an addict or something. You will meet someone who is worthy of you; you have to remember, though, when you do meet someone who's worthy of you, that you're worthy of him too. Unsolicited advice. You didn't ask for it, but I gave it to ya anyway. Friends do shit like that. xoxox
Do you have any idea how amazing you are? Seriously. You are so self aware, so honest about how you feel and you confront your issues that most people would hide from. And the thing that makes me like you most? You are so fearless! You blog about your issues, you make fun of them, you deal with them. Openly. I've sent several of my friends to your page, including my daughter. And I have several more I will be sending your way. Thank you. Just for being you. I'm proud to say I know that chick! She fucking rocks! ✌💜🎵⭐
You have to love you before anyone else can. Your sex comes with all of you. Just make the next guy deserve all of you. Or buy batteries💗
It's terrible the damage people can do. I've been there, on a different level but tired of all the bullshittery of dating, of all men. I wanted to punch their stupid hairy faces. I had some other stuff going on, and went to so much dam therapy I could own a mansion with all that money, BUT once I found a way past that? The confidence of knowing you can handle anything and you got through it on your own is a confidence nobody can take away. It's priceless and deliciously satisfying.
Good luck, please keep us laughing through the journey. It's a journey not a destination so I guess 'we're all on it together' & all that hippy dippy vomit. Smooches.
Interesting experience? I complete abstained for six months a couple of years ago... De nada. And I've never gone without more than a couple of days since puberty... First month was difficult - distracting, but after than, not thinking about sex seemed to free up a lot of time and energy for other things.
I am sorry you're going through this. I am going through it too - although not consciously until now. I admire you and your willingness to bare it all!
I love this :) and you must love yourself before you can let someone else love you the way you deserve to be loved. I did this for 2 years and it was the best move I ever made. I discovered so much about myself in that time, what I would accept and what I wohldnt.
I had manphobia after a bad breakup... not a true fear, but a desire to have nothing to do with them. You are exactly right; when things are right, you will want it again. And it will be great!!
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