Intimate Moments

In a previous post I talked about the sexual problems that can sometimes happen when we are talking psychiatric medications.  I also shared how these type of side effects have affected me personally.

Even with the welbutrin that the doctor prescribed in hopes of counter acting my sexual dysfunction issues due to my medications, sexual intercourse is not something I enjoy nearly as much as I used to.  However, I know for me and my husband sex allows us to connect on a more emotional level.  It also allows us to get reacquainted with each other when we have not had much time to spend with each other. So where has this set of circumstances left us?

In the beginning it left us bitter and confused.  I was bitter because I viewed it as yet another thing taken away by depression, my husband was confused because he thought I did not care about him as much anymore.  It began to put a strain on our marriage.  I know it seems like silly thing to strain a marriage, but you have to understand once I started feeling better after years of not being interested in anything, both of us had hoped to reconnect on every level.  After three years of isolating myself, we had lost a sense of closeness.  We wanted it back.

We realized we both had to be proactive in achieving a sense of intimacy with each other, and we both had to do it in ways that we were comfortable with.  I am not a touchy feely kind of person, my husband is.  I put aside some of my uncomfortable feelings and began to hold hands with him more, hug him more, and began rubbing his back sometimes.  Not only did he enjoy the time I set aside to give him my attention, I found that I enjoyed it too.  For his part, my husband rubs my head.  Sounds silly, but I love it!  We do not go to bed at the same time, because I have sleeping problems, but sometimes I will go lay down with him so we can have some cuddle time.  On the weekends, he cooks a lot and takes pride and serving me his newly created recipes.

So our sense of intimacy has grown.  We are doing things to connect with each other that we never would have before I lost my desire to have sex.  In a way, we are closer than we were before.  Still, there are times when I wished I could get interested in sexual intercourse more than every three months or so.  I am sure my husband does as well.  I even wish I got more pleasure out of it than I do.

My husband and I have discussed whether or not this is a side effect that we could live with.  We are both in agreement that it is.  For me, the Effexor saved my life.  I was still having suicidal thoughts and actions and was not really open to what my counselor was trying to show me until the right medication mix was found for me.  The Effexor and my anxiety medication made it so my thoughts could settle down enough for me to begin to get some benefit out of my surgery.  My husband would rather have me in my right mind and by his side even if it means we do not have the sex life we used to have, than have me start trying to find another medication mix and to risk me ending up trying to kill myself again.

I found a few suggestions that are supposed to increase intimacy in relationships:

  • hug
  • hold hands
  • share your thoughts and emotions with each other
  • cuddle with each other on the couch, or in bed
  • kiss each other good night
  • massage – sensual massage

When it comes to sexual intercourse and especially with me having difficulty achieving an orgasm one of the best pieces of advice was offered to me by @DrJoyDavidson.  What she told me to do was to be creative and experiment.  Her website Joy Spot is a great resource of information for achieving an exciting sex life, and offers great suggestions for enhancing things when your sex life needs a little extra help.

Dear Son

Dear Son,

I do not think I have told you enough how proud I am of you for volunteering to serve your country.  However, your treatment of me is something I am not proud of.

You still continue to treat me with disdain, and disrespect.  I am doing my best to support you and your decisions and you refuse to acknowledge my efforts.  Your wife, someone I have never met, treats me with more respect than you do.  Returns phone calls, and texts when you fail to do so.  Now you are having your own baby.  My grandchild.

You are bringing another family member into the world, and the behavior you will model in front of your own child, will be one that will not teach him/her to respect their own parents.  As you continue to disrespect me, you child will grow up thinking that this is okay behavior toward parents, and you run the risk of having your own child treat you and your wife, in much of the same manner that you currently treat me.

A simple thank you for the things I bought the baby the other day, would have meant the world to me.  Replying to my last text message would have been wonderful.  I want nothing more than to show you that I love you and support you, yet you still keep those lines of communication closed.  It is shame, that the only way I can speak to you is on my blog.

I love you!

Your Mother

Not Tonight Dear

It is a fairly well known fact that depression and anxiety can reduce our desire to have sex.  However, were you aware that many of the medications we take for our depression and anxiety can also cause sexual dysfunction?  If you were not, you are not alone.  Most people are unaware of these particular side effects.  Doctors do not like to talk about them out of fear that their patients might refuse to take their medications.  Patients do not like to talk about them, because the topic is often embarrassing to them.

With both patients and doctors being reluctant to talk about the sexual side effects, they are under reported, making the information about them  inaccurate.  In the past many experts thought that the sexual side effects of these medications were mild and did not last very long.  They based this idea on what had been reported to them by patients and their doctors.  Now some experts are beginning to think that the sexual side effects could be long term and in some cases will still exist even after the patient has discontinued the anti-depressant.

Some sexual side effects are:

  • A lack of desire – for both men and women
  • An inability to have an orgasm
  • An inability to ejaculate
  • An inability to achieve erection
  • Little to no sensitivity in the genital area

I am part of the percentage of people who have to deal with the sexual side effects of their anti-depressants.  What little desire for sex I had before I began taking anti-depressants, has completely disappeared. I also have almost no sensitivity and orgasms are a thing of the past.

When I first began experiencing these side effects, I honestly did not know what to do.  Discussing my sex life with anyone was something that I was emotionally unprepared for.  I was so reluctant to discuss what was going on, I did not even tell my husband.  I just faked my way through enjoying intercourse.  When I finally got enough courage, I told my counselor what was going on and she encouraged me to tell the doctor.  By the time I saw the doctor to let him know what was going on, I had done some of my own research in hopes of getting some ideas on how to combat what was going on.  He and I both decided to add welbutrin into my treatment program, and see if that helped.  It has….to some degree. Eventually I quit faking and told my husband.

My point in sharing all of this with you is that, if you are experiencing these types of side effects, you are not alone.  Please take the time to discuss the issue with your psychiatric doctor.  In my case my counselor knew how uncomfortable I was discussing this subject with my doctor and she offered to tell him for me.  This might be an option for you if you are too uncomfortable discussing it with your doctor.

Again, if you are experiencing sexual side effects with your depression medication, please talk about it with your doctor.  There is nothing to be ashamed of.

The Anonymous Blogger

I found a thought provoking post written by Jen Reimer on Practice Of Madness today.  It was about people who choose to blog anonymously, and why they do, as well as why she chose to no longer be an anonymous blogger.  In her post she proposes that those people who are still blogging anonymously should consider revealing themselves to their fellow bloggers.  Using her own words the following quote sums up her opinion about anonymous blogging.

“I say screw anonymity”

To be quite frank, I have a huge problem with that statement, and the opinion it represents.  I think it disrespects those bloggers who choose to blog anonymously.  Jen Reimer justifies her opinion based on the  thought that the only thing a blogger has to fear when blogging under their real name is the government and cyber cops.  In my opinion, for many bloggers this simply is not true.

Most of my blogging friends, are in my online mental health community.  Some choose to blog anonymously, while others, like me, choose to blog under their own name.  Neither way is right or wrong.  It is nothing more than our personal choices.

I choose to blog under my real name, while discussing potentially delicate subject matter because I probably have less risk involved than many of my friends in the mental health community.  I do not have a job, and will probably never be able to work a full time job again.  My husband is not ashamed of me or my mental illness and understands the importance that I place on trying to be a mental health advocate.  We do not sit in fear that someone one day might google our names and it will cause the loss of my husband’s job.

However, there are many people who are not in that position.  Either they are the one with the mental health issues or someone in their family is and because of the stigma that surrounds people with a mental health issue they are not comfortable completely exposing themselves or their family to that kind of transparency. They have very real fears of losing jobs, being denied housing, and losing relationships with friends and family.  Not to mention, they may not be ready for the whole world to know who they really are. Blogging offers them some sort of peace, and anonymous blogging allows them to achieve that peace without being uncomfortable.

I want to believe that Jen Reimer did not mean to be disrespectful to the people who choose to blog anonymously.  Maybe she did not understand that some bloggers do have very valid reasons for keeping their real identities private.

What is your opinion about anonymous blogging?  Do you blog with your real name or do you choose to blog anonymously? If you blog anonymously, can you share with us why you have made that choice?

What Does The Title Of Your Blog Mean?

Over the past few days I have been wondering if everyone who visits my blog understands the meaning behind the title, Sugar Filled Emotions. People have told me that it is a cool domain name, a creative name, however they did not understand the true meaning behind the title until I had explained it to them.  This afternoon, I traveled over to a blog that I had never visited before, and discovered that the author had a great explanation for the meaning of the title of her blog, Practice of Madness.  I thought that was an excellent idea, and decided to write my own explanation for my blog title.

The original intention I had when I started my blog, was to use it as a journal of sorts, creating a place for me to express my out of control emotions.  I thought if I could express my emotions here, then I would not let them fester and risk taking them out on other people.  At that time, because the right medication mix had not been found for me, and I had not been in therapy for very long, I was an emotional, out of control mess.  And that is where the word Emotions came from.

In addition to having depression, an anxiety disorder, and asthma, I also have Type II Diabetes.  If you know anything about Diabetics, you know that they are full of too much sugar.  That is the idea behind the Sugar Filled part in my title.  When I put all the parts together, it came out has Sugar Filled Emotions,

I do not recall it taking me very long to come up with the name for the site.  It was as if it was already sitting in my head waiting to come out. I still really like the title of my blog and have absolutely no plans to change it.

What about you?  What does the title of your blog mean?

My Therapy

Do you have something in your life that you consider therapeutic? Something you do that brings you peace? I think that it is important for me to have something that brings me peace.  A type of therapy that is separate from what I do when I go to my counselor’s office.  My personal therapy, the thing that brings me peace, is writing in my journal/blog.

When I can fill a page up with my thoughts and emotions, I feel as if I am releasing whatever negativity I might have  harboring inside of me.  Putting those things down, for the world to see, also allows me to see them from a different perspective.  Many times, I have been able to work through a a difficult issue just by writing it about it.  Other times, the comments I receive about something I have written have given me suggestions and ideas on how to better manage a difficult situation, or problem.

My depression recovery has not been without its ups and downs and detours.  One of the constants during all these months of changing and learning has been my source of peace, my blog.  My blog is sort of like a friend who does not talk much, but really knows how to listen. I do not think that I would have made it this far in my recovery if I did not have this place of peace.

Where do you find your peace?  What do you do that is therapeutic?

Another great blog post about using a blog for therapy can be found at Anxious Kaley

My Story – The Beginning

This is my first video blog.  I know it is too long, at least the vlogging experts say anything more than five minutes is too long.  However, I am not going to shorten it.  It is My Story, with My Voice, and this first video blog will stand as it is.  It is emotionally raw, much more so than I had any idea it would be.  In the future, I will try and make my video blogs shorter, or maybe not.  It depends on what feedback I get, and what parts of My Story come out at the time.

Yes, That Was Me…

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If you happened to be on Interstate 75 or Highway 20 and you saw the lady who looked something like a bobble head doll, you were one of the few who caught a glimpse of me outside of my natural habitat. More elusive than a snipe, trying to avoid a group of Boy Scouts on a snipe hunting trip, I snuck out of my safety zone and traveled many miles away.

The purpose of this foray outside of my carefully constructed hide away was to help my parents flee their bat infested house.  My job was to supervise the move, and like many supervisors, I did my best work with my eyes closed, while many snores escaped into the air.  I was so adept at my supervisory position that I managed to fall asleep sitting up in the floor, with my legs crossed and my computer in front of me.  My husband was quite impressed with my skill level when I accomplished that.  My daughter was also impressed with me and took the following picture of me as I was hard at work.

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There was some nervousness displayed by my daughter the first night we were there.  The beds were still located at the bat infested house, which meant the first night we were there working we had to sleep in the bat habitat.  Anna shared with me that she was a little concerned about a bat joining her in bed, so she spent that first night sleeping with the covers over her head.

The next day my brother joined the work party, which meant my job as a supervisor became more stress filled, and required me to spend more time with my eyes closed.  I welcomed the break we all took at a local hot spot called Rhinehart’s Oyster Bar.  This place is known for its beyond casual atmosphere. What that means is that your food is served on paper plates, your iced tea is served in disposable cups and graffiti is encouraged.  The food….ROCKS!

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This trip represented a lot to me.  Not only did I leave my safety zone, I went really far away from it, without having to deal with a panic attack.  Actually, I did not have any anxiety until we were headed home.  Weird, I know.  However, that is when my usual anxieties started acting up, and I began to fret and worry about what horrible thing might have happened while I was gone.  Guess what horrible thing happened?  Nothing! Nada! Zip! You heard me right, my unfounded worries were just that, unfounded and wrong! If my unfounded worries keep being wrong, then something drastic might happen…I might actually stop worrying about much of anything.

Using My Voice

varied029 My twitter friend @VoiceinRecovery from Voice In Recovery tweets a lot about how we use our voice,  Often on Twitter she will ask how we have used our voice during the day.  Not only does her question make me think about how I have used my voice, it inspires me to find new and productive ways to use my voice.  Tonight, her question caused me to think about how I have used my voice only to have it ignored.

This is an ongoing problem of mine.  I am not sure why that is though.  Maybe it is because I went so long without using my voice that some people are not used to listening to it, or I am not assertive enough when I use it, which means it gets lost in the chatter around me.

I want my voice to be heard.  I am tired of feeling like I am being ignored.  Oh, do not get me wrong, I do not think the people in my life who choose not to hear my voice are doing it out of meanness or with any negative purpose in mind.  The end result is the same though, someone makes me a hamburger when I said I wanted a tomato sandwich.

The Great Escape!

While we were visiting my parents, my husband bought our dog a new little kennel, thinking she would be more comfortable in it.  It is the cutest little kennel, it actually looks like a little tent.  The other night we all came back to my parents house and Minnie was running around.  We all thought that someone had forgotten to put her in her kennel before we left.  I noticed her kennel was upside down, but I figured that Minnie and one of my mom’s dogs were playing and knocked it over.  After watching her carefully we figured out that she had found a way to get out of her kennel.  I managed to record it with my new Flip.