u/sylviaplath19

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This is the second time this has happened. First time was when I was 29. I'm now 35. This is going to sound really weird but I'm a virgin. I'm married but a virgin. I also have vaginismus. I have somehow gotten through pelvic exams by requesting lube, and also the tiniest speculum they have. I've also had the doctor do bimanual exams whenever they felt the speculum wasn't needed.

However I'd recently been experiencing a frequent urge for urination. Almost for the past 6 months or more. I've had several doctor's appointments, exams, UTI tests, you name it. Nothing came of it and the doctor finally ordered a transvaginal ultrasound. I told her I cannot tolerate the probe and would there be a way to prep for it. She said I could use lube.

I go to my appointment today and the technician assures me she's using a lot of lube. However she barely inserts the tube and after going in a tad, I scream in pain. My pain tolerance isn't super high, but it's definitely not so low that I can't take any pain at all. This was excruciating and I asked her to remove the probe. She was very kind and understanding about it and didn't want to put me in pain either. Now I felt extremely defeated. I heard this is a common procedure, and the transabdominal ultrasound doesn't have as good visibility, so I'm not sure how I'm going to proceed.

Edit: for the love of God people stop DM'ing me. Clearly you're not offering solutions, you have some morbid curiosity about the unconventional aspects of my reproductive health I've mentioned here. Sheesh.

This is the second time this has happened. First time was when I was 29. I'm now 35. This is going to sound really weird but I'm a virgin. I'm married but a virgin. I also have vaginismus. I have somehow gotten through pelvic exams by requesting lube, and also the tiniest speculum they have. I've also had the doctor do bimanual exams whenever they felt the speculum wasn't needed.

However I'd recently been experiencing a frequent urge for urination. Almost for the past 6 months or more. I've had several doctor's appointments, exams, UTI tests, you name it. Nothing came of it and the doctor finally ordered a transvaginal ultrasound. I told her I cannot tolerate the probe and would there be a way to prep for it. She said I could use lube.

I go to my appointment today and the technician assures me she's using a lot of lube. However she barely inserts the tube and after going in a tad, I scream in pain. My pain tolerance isn't super high, but it's definitely not so low that I can't take any pain at all. This was excruciating and I asked her to remove the probe. She was very kind and understanding about it and didn't want to put me in pain either. Now I felt extremely defeated. I heard this is a common procedure, and the transabdominal ultrasound doesn't have as good visibility, so I'm not sure how I'm going to proceed.

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This is the second time this has happened. First time was when I was 29. I'm now 35. This is going to sound really weird but I'm a virgin. I'm married but a virgin. I also have vaginismus. I have somehow gotten through pelvic exams by requesting lube, and also the tiniest speculum they have. I've also had the doctor do bimanual exams whenever they felt the speculum wasn't needed.

However I'd recently been experiencing a frequent urge for urination. Almost for the past 6 months or more. I've had several doctor's appointments, pelvic exams, UTI tests, you name it. Nothing came of it and the doctor finally ordered a transvaginal ultrasound. I told her I cannot tolerate the probe and would there be a way to prep for it. She said I could use lube.

I go to my appointment today and the technician assures me she's using a lot of lube. However she barely inserts the tube and after going in a tad, I scream in pain. My pain tolerance isn't super high, but it's definitely not so low that I can't take any pain at all. This was excruciating and I asked her to remove the probe. She was very kind and understanding about it and didn't want to put me in pain either. Now I felt extremely defeated. I heard this is a common procedure, and the transabdominal ultrasound doesn't have as good visibility, so I'm not sure how I'm going to proceed.

This is the second time this has happened. First time was when I was 29. I'm now 35. This is going to sound really weird but I'm a virgin. I'm married but a virgin. I also have vaginismus. I have somehow gotten through pelvic exams by requesting lube, and also the tiniest speculum they have. I've also had the doctor do bimanual exams whenever they felt the speculum wasn't needed.

However I'd recently been experiencing a frequent urge for urination. Almost for the past 6 months or more. I've had several doctor's appointments, pelvic exams, UTI tests, you name it. Nothing came of it and the doctor finally ordered a transvaginal ultrasound. I told her I cannot tolerate the probe and would there be a way to prep for it. She said I could use lube.

I go to my appointment today and the technician assures me she's using a lot of lube. However she barely inserts the tube and after going in a tad, I scream in pain. My pain tolerance isn't super high, but it's definitely not so low that I can't take any pain at all. This was excruciating and I asked her to remove the probe. She was very kind and understanding about it and didn't want to put me in pain either. And then I felt extremely defeated. What is wrong with me? How will I get through life this way what if I need to be diagnosed with something? Am I the only one who feels this way?

My boyfriend first asked me out three months ago. I hadn't been in a relationship for awhile and I guess my loneliness had gotten the better of me- he wasn't really my type. With lanky arms and legs, scraggy hair and glasses that were too keen to rest on his nose, he looked more like one of the geeks from my high school than a 23 year old. But I had just started law school and left all my old friends behind. Not much to do and my roommates mostly kept to themselves. So when I met George in a coffee shop and he graciously let me go in front of him, I felt a little tingle in my spine.

A few days later, he asked me out on a date. We grabbed a slice of pizza and watched the new Burt Reynolds movie. He tried to kiss me, which ended up feeling awkward. Maybe he's just nervous, I thought.

The end of the semester rolled around and we decided to hang out at his place. We were all comfortable under the covers when I spotted his roommate from the corner of my eye. Straight out of a Mills and Boon novel with his chiseled jaw and perfect cheekbones. My heart missed a beat and I almost didn't realize my gaze follow him until he turned around and smiled. That smile, though. I felt a hot pulse of air travel up my skin.

"Oh, yeah, that's my roommate, Robert." George said flatly, almost disinterested.

"Uh...hi, Robert", I managed to mumble, twirling a lock of brown hair. "I'm Andrea."

"Nice to meet you Andrea," he returned with a smile, the same, captivating smile that was making me weak in the knees.

The rest of the night, I tried not to think about Robert, instead focusing on enjoying the quiet evening with George. But try as I might, I could not get him out of my head. I left for home sooner than planned, thinking I would end up embarrassing myself.

I began to stalk Robert, hoping I would run into him when George was not around. Maybe I thought that would help me feel less guilty? I don't know. Finally, I ran into him in a coffee shop-- the same coffee shop where I'd met George.

"Hi...Robert right?" I tried to be nonchalant, but my voice rang in a near-squeal.

"Hey, Andrea," he smiled. "We meet again, huh?"

I shifted from one foot to the other, almost tongue-tied. Should I ask him out? Would he disapprove of me cheating on his roommate?

My thoughts were silenced when he offered, "I am going on a hike this Saturday. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure!" I blurted, a little too quickly.

"Ok, I'll pick you up at 6."

The rest of the week, Saturday felt like it would never arrive. When George called me, asking if I wanted to go for a walk, I told him I was home sick, hoping I faked the cough well. Then I brushed my hair one last time, gently parting it in the middle, just as I heard a faint honk. I grabbed my purse and hurried outside.

"Hey! Nice car," I gushed, as I climbed into his tan Beetle.