Hi. I don’t feel like I can rant about this to people in my immediate vicinity. I know that there are people here who have experience of similar stuff, though. So I thought you might be a friendly crowd.
I’ve battled vulvar vestibulitis and vaginismus for about ten years. Finally found a gynaecologist who knows what it’s all about and has helped me a lot. However, after a few months of treatment she says she’s done all she can do. I need to get to the root cause in order to solve this once and for all.
It seems my pearly gates are clamping up is because the rest of my body is extremely tense, too. I have very low self-esteem and am a bit of an evasive wimp, but I’m actually REALLY FUCKING ANGRY and have been since I was a kid. Unfortunately I was raised in a family where anger was absolutely forbidden. So was speaking up against parents. So was also physical contact, and expressing love. Add to this a mother who hated her own body and ridiculed herself by making dirty jokes. And add to that a father who met any emotional outbursts with cold, intellectual derision.
Result: I don’t trust my feelings because I might be hysterical or depressed. I don’t trust my intellect because it might be impaired by my feelings. I don’t make demands on friendships because I assume I don’t have the right to make demands on anything. I can’t express anger, at all. I hate my body. Unsurprisingly I have constant neck and shoulder pain, stiff and aching jaw muscles, IBS and insomnia. And the vaginismus. Oh, and friends that walk all over me.
So I’ve tried therapy before, in various forms (CBT, psychodynamic, lightweight existential discussions with a mentor). However, I’m smart and verbally gifted, and one of my parents is a psychiatrist. I know what to say so that I can go through therapy without actually having to deal with anything dangerous (no, I don’t do it consciously). So I need a therapist that can outsmart me. My gynaecologist knows one like that, someone who might be able to help me. Someone who isn’t just a random person from the list of therapists. But that’s going to take many sessions, and the therapist isn’t subsidized by my country’s healthcare system. Converted to dollars it’s 92 USD per session, about 355 USD per month. That’s more than I have left after paying bills. And we’re talking at least a year of therapy. Probably won’t happen.
All this because I don’t know how to tell people to fuck off.
Thanks for reading all the way to here. Feel free to share your own stories of angry hoo-has or psychosomatic pain. It would be nice to have some company here in the land of It Hurts, But It’s Shameful To Talk About.