Posted by:
askalice
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Date: September 17, 2023 08:15PM
BIC. Married first civilly then sealed a year later. I've had 3 sexual partners in my life. 2 of those partners were in my late teens. Those 2 relationships lasted about a month each. Who knows about sex in their teens - not me! Married at a very naive 20. Shortly after marriage, sex drive tanked. Shortly as in after the first week. I faked it in the bedroom for years. Something must be wrong with me - why was sex amazing before marriage and now...its dead. I've initiated plenty of dry spells. Frankly those dry spells are a relief. Then it was having 2 children, post partum depression. Being a young mom who knows nothing about life and then experiencing overwhelming Anxiety? Check! Depression? Check! Feeling like I made a huge mistake in getting married and becoming a mother 2 X's over, CHECK! Enter therapy. I went though LDS therapy because it was bishop recommended and free. I was given the cyclical Mormon Rx which was to re-commit myself to the religion and my temple covenants. Don't leave my husband. Consider the children and my blessed role as "mother". The therapist is so sure that I love my husband despite all my questions and issues (marrying too young, not knowing about life, I don't feel attracted to him, feeling to my core I should not have been a mother, different parenting styles, feeling alone and unsupported during those years when my kids were babies, poorest of poor communication skills during those early years of marriage, and always, always going through waves of wanting to run away from it all). The years roll by. I committed myself fully to the checklist of the Church. I end up wholly empty and naturally ease into deconstruction. My bedroom life still suffers. I discover.... critical thinking. OMG. I didn't have these skills. In learning them, I drop my LDS therapist to find a non-religious one. I learn about how harmful purity culture was to me. Yet I still feel the lack of attraction to my husband is something that is "wrong" with me. I learn more about bodily autonomy, put up some boundaries like "My having a shower does not mean I want to shower with you" and "A locked bathroom door is not an invitation." After boundaries are hated, then understood, then respected (by him), I felt respected and a little more comfortable. Comfortable experimenting with roll play, words, accessories. I must be so vanilla. I must be the issue. Initially, experimenting sparks some adrenaline and excitement. However, after or on the onset of trying something new, these things ultimately leave me uninterested. The thought of it may spark feelings but the actual physical connection happens and I feel dead inside. I engage because he wants to - he will say nothing is wrong from his perspective - he won the jackpot in all areas. I think to myself " that must be nice." It's been 18 years. I'm approaching my 40's. Is a fulfilling sexual relationship really worth seeking?
I wonder though. We are financially secure. We are good friends. We've made it "this far" We learned to communicate and understand each other in other ways that were highly dysfunctional before. Why throw it all away to be sexually fulfilled with someone else? Can I possibly find someone to check all the boxes? Is this sunk-coast fallacy? God it sounds a little naive now that I read it over. I'm cringing a little bit on the cusp of posting this.
It's still an ongoing therapy discussion. If I know one thing, human relationships are messy. If I know another thing, the church really messed me up!