M.B.

14 Jun

Right. I am sitting here trying to write down my symptoms before my GP appointment next week and I cannot believe how hard it is to put the words on paper. Dryness. Pain. The fact that intimacy has quietly become something I dread rather than want. Twenty-two years with the same man and I feel like a stranger in my own body. He's been kind about it, which almost makes it worse somehow. I keep starting the sentence and deleting it. Anyway. It's going on the list. That's all.