Okay so I should have seen that coming. At least I tried with someone I’m comfortable with, because it would have been completely impossible in any other situation. I’m now able to comfortably start with the third-to-last dilator, second-to-last is challenging but not painful, and the last one is not good. Maybe an inch or two in it feels like hitting a wall (vaginimus, obvs) and if I push it, it’s just painful. And instead of taking that as a warning sign, I decided to pretend like everything’s okay and forge ahead anyway.
The bad: it hurt just as badly as I remember it. It had been a really long time, but it’s still just as painful. The tearing/papercut feeling afterward was just as bad, and I didn’t really want to move or bend over at all.
The good: Since I’m so ridiculously prone to UTI’s, I always have to dash to the bathroom afterward. Usually I use that time to curl up into a ball and cry because I’m so burny at that point. Like imagine peeing razors. But this time it wasn’t so bad, it hardly hurt at all. I’m still a little achy (I think this was Thursday night, it’s now Saturday) and feel a little bruised or something, but the burning was gone in record time. I think that might have to do with my regular use of the lidocaine/aspirin/gabapentin cream.
The stupid: Sex is nothing like dilator therapy at all, I think because I have so much less control over the situation. I don’t know what possessed me to do that, I knew it was going to hurt. It might be helpful to use something more realistic for therapy, but frankly I don’t want this guy hanging out in my room.
Okay so I should have seen that coming. At least I tried with someone I’m comfortable with, because it would have been completely impossible in any other situation. I’m now able to comfortably start with the third-to-last dilator, second-to-last is challenging but not painful, and the last one is not good. Maybe an inch or two in it feels like hitting a wall (vaginimus, obvs) and if I push it, it’s just painful. And instead of taking that as a warning sign, I decided to pretend like everything’s okay and forge ahead anyway.
The bad: it hurt just as badly as I remember it. It had been a really long time, but it’s still just as painful. The tearing/papercut feeling afterward was just as bad, and I didn’t really want to move or bend over at all.
The good: Since I’m so ridiculously prone to UTI’s, I always have to dash to the bathroom afterward. Usually I use that time to curl up into a ball and cry because I’m so burny at that point. Like imagine peeing razors. But this time it wasn’t so bad, it hardly hurt at all. I’m still a little achy (I think this was Thursday night, it’s now Saturday) and feel a little bruised or something, but the burning was gone in record time. I think that might have to do with my regular use of the lidocaine/aspirin/gabapentin cream.
The stupid: Sex is nothing like dilator therapy at all, I think because I have so much less control over the situation. I don’t know what possessed me to do that, I knew it was going to hurt. It might be helpful to use something more realistic for therapy, but frankly I don’t want this guy hanging out in my room.