58 and I genuinely didn't see it coming. That's the thing nobody warned me about. Not the dryness itself, not what it would do to me and my husband of 29 years. One day intimacy was just... ours. Comfortable. And then it wasn't, and I didn't know why, and I was too embarrassed to say anything to him or to anyone. I've started keeping a few notes on my phone. Nothing fancy. Just writing down what I'm actually experiencing so I don't go blank when I'm sitting in front of my GP and she asks how things are. Because every time I've tried to say it out loud the words fall apart. "Discomfort" sounds too mild. "Pain" sounds dramatic. I'm trying to find the right language before I even get there. I've also been paying attention to what I eat because I read somewhere that energy and confidence are connected in ways I hadn't thought about and honestly anything that makes me feel a bit more like myself is worth noting. Whether that's actually doing anything I have no idea but it gives me something to focus on that isn't just dread. Anyway. I suppose I'm posting this because I needed somewhere to put it. 29 years together and I felt completely alone with this for the best part of a year. That seems wrong. x