“What kind of weirdo, freaky exhibitionist wants to post this kind of crap? Keep it between you and your gynecologist. They get paid to hear you whine about your lady parts. Even your husband doesn’t want to read this. Ew. Just stop it.”
This. This is exactly why women are afraid to be open about vaginal pain. This kind of close-minded comment isn’t helpful or necessary. If you don’t want to read about my journey… close the Internet browser.
I want to share my story. Since I posted this blog just a few days ago, I have received 5 messages from women I KNOW, PERSONALLY who have said that they (or a friend) have a similar condition. That they have seen how it affects their lives, marriages, and confidence. That they are stuck and have no idea what to do next in order to find healing. This is why I want to share my story. Because if one woman can suffer for less, it is worth it.
This comment, waiting for me in my blog inbox this morning, came as a surprise. It hurt. For a moment I felt numb, wondering if this was the truth. But then I was filled with a peaceful feeling– your words don’t matter to me. You can’t control me. All you can control is whether you choose to continue to read my blog and keep commenting hateful things or whether you “just stop it” and find something better to do with your time.
… and by the way, my husband does want to read this. We talk about vulvodynia openly and have a wonderful relationship filled with communication, support, love, and understanding. And that is why I am married to him… not you.