This may count as anecdotal, but I can turn myself on without touching anything as well.
It’s called reading and writing fanfic. 
(Seriously, the mind and body are more connected than we’d like to think! The dreams I have during menarche make me blush just to think about them! :eek: )
Obligatory punchline:
“…same problem, better medical plan.”
If you take the antidepressant clomipramine you may be one of the lucky ones that has an orgasm just from yawning.
While this has been a very interesting topic and I have learned many things that I had never imagined before there is one aspect here that we are missing. They don’t achieve a sexual relife at all, it’s called suffering. 
I can imagine few things as tragic than becoming a Quad after living an active, fullfilling life. To not be able to travel, date, shop, cloth, or even wipe yourself. I can easyily imagine that many of them are either depressed or borderline insane due to lack of being able to live out there own dreams. Dreams themselves may only turn into dissapointment upon awaking. Christopher Reeves was THE rare exception: rich, famous, and married to a devoted loving wife.
Nothing turns me on more than condescending pity. Then again, I’m borderline insane.
While in the rehab hospital, my roomie was in much worse shape-he was paralyzed from nipple level downward. His wife worked with staff (no pun) learning how to care for him upon his release. There were several occasions when the conversation from beyond the curtain indicated it was time for me to hop in the old wheelchair and go for a ride so as not to intrude on their moment. I just couldn’t make the ‘LA LA LA LA’ in my head loud enough. 
I imagine something strange must be going on if the first period of your life is happening every month. Must be some sort of sci-fi fanfic?
I don’t think Mr. Reeves was a happy person after his accident, even if he had some happy moments. If you get past the sound bites into some of his longer statements it’s quite clear he absolutely hated the physical consequences of being a quad.
When I was 10 my spinal cord was severed at C1 C2 in a bad accident leaving me 100% paralyzed from the middle of my neck down. I’m almost 19 now and have very little sensation but can still get erections within seconds. I get very powerful urges for needing “sexual relief” and I hate to tell you this but you’d be in a world of hurt. At least 3 times a week I feel like I’ve been kicked in the nuts throughout the entire day. Apparently it’s illegal for your caretakers to help with that where I live… There’s “autoblow” sex toys out there but they’re complete junk and definitely not worth the $150… So unless you’re lucky enough to have a girlfriend/wife, lots of money to pay a prostitute $200 every time you need it or live in Japan where they offer services for this exact situation then say hello to severe sexual frustration. After almost 9 years of this crap has gotten me to the point of wanting my testicles removed or to put a “hit” out on myself since I obviously can’t do it. The moral of the story is that the rest of your life will be constant torture along with frustration of extreme proportions and depression. Those all combined will literally make you lose your mind.
This was completely written by ME with my Quadjoy and on screen keyboard so don’t even bother trolling me.
Since this thread is more than 10 years old, and there’s a more recent active thread on the same topic, I’m going to close this and refer further replies to the other one.
Colibri
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