I wasn’t ready to write these words on the Internet back then. But I am now. And I want to. Not out of a prurient desire to share intimate details of my sex life – sorry to disappoint – but because I truly never believed it would be possible. I believed that lots of people could get better and heal from vulvodynia/ vaginismus; I just didn’t think I was one of them. And perhaps there’s someone out there who feels exactly the same, and needs to hear me testify to the change in my narrative.
When pain is invisible, it is easy for it to be underestimated or ignored altogether. Filming my day helped me feel visible, and felt like an important move in my advocacy journey.
For World Mental Health Day, I’ve written about my experience of chronic pain & its effect on my mental health. CW: depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation. Look after yourselves ❤
For me, every month is pelvic pain awareness month. Nevertheless, I thought I’d honour this by completing the ‘Spoonie’ blogging tag and carry on my ‘Diary of a Broken Vagina’ series. Prepare to know me a lot better.
In my first meeting with the Women’s Health Physiotherapist, she did an internal examination. In the second meeting, she forgot my name. No, she couldn’t remember my name, but she’d had her fingers inside my vaginal tract. Welcome to the weirdness of pelvic floor therapy.
