And Rightly So!

Ahh..I knew, just knew there would one day be a medical defination of my ailment. I’ve always been called a nymph, but that didn’t do me justice.

This does:

In 1995, Jeannie Allen didn’t quite know how to tell her then-husband about her embarrassing health problem.

Her primary care physician told her it was all in her head and recommended she see a psychologist.

But Allen, now 56, knew better. She was suffering from persistent genital arousal disorder, also known as persistent sexual arousal syndrome.

Yes. I know how she feels. Literally. I’m ticked off they call this a health problem though…cause it’s not.

“I simply woke up one morning and it was there,” Dearmon said. “It bothered me from the very beginning. I had never had sexual sensations in the clitoral area that were separate from my mind or emotions.”

At first, the sensations occurred only in the morning. Dearmon went to her gynecologist, who thought her baby’s increasing size might be pressing on her pelvic region.

But the birth of her son, Jonah, provided no relief. By that time, the sensations were happening morning, noon and night.

Dearmon said the only way to rid herself of the uncomfortable sensations was to masturbate to three consecutive orgasms.

It caused some strain on her sex life with her husband, Jeremy, who was supportive, but also frustrated.

She needed sex more often. I’m telling yah that’s what cures this. How can such a thing cause a strain?? I don’t get that.

“My whole life had been altered. I couldn’t even go out to lunch with friends,” she said. “To achieve three consecutive orgasms takes a long time. I felt my whole life being robbed.”

Life being robbed? For real? Not me. These orgasm attacks just intensified my drive and kept my X busy and content as hell. Considering that the majority of women never truly even have an orgasm (even though they fake it so it looks good)- we should be calling ourselves lucky. And the men in our lives too!