Chapter Three: Get a Diagnosis!
As soon as we got back from Europe, I combed the Internet looking up bedroom issues. That’s how I bumped into vaginismus, a spasm of the pelvic floor that causes excessive tightness and pain.
I couldn’t believe others had this too, that it was a thing.
Out to dinner with friends one night, I asked if any of them had heard of this dysfunction (once I knew what it was, I realized I’d had this since I was 12). None had. In fact, my yoga mate Stacey, half-hearing me, said: “Vagina Christmas?” I assured her whatever a Vagina Christmas was—and it did sound festive, even for a curly-haired, Jewish girl like me—this was its evil opposite.
My friends insisted I tell Kurt everything, which meant admitting I’d been lying to him for years. After procrastinating as long as I could, I confessed. My husband was understanding, but insistent on my seeing a doctor.
What could a doctor do?
Wasn’t I just permanently broken?
It turned out, NO!
(Stay tuned for my next posts which will talk about vaginismus.)