Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Growing up I worked hard to be the perfect daughter. I was not to speak until I was spoken to and I was not allowed to have any opinions. The only time we (my brother and I) were praised was for getting good test results. Only my results were never good enough. I got B’s and C’s (my dyslexia was undiagnosed.. well to be fair it wasn’t recognised back in the 80’s) whereas my younger brother got straight A’s. He once sulked for a week …
When I was 5 my parents divorced. My mum went to live with another man who took upon the role of step father. His parenting style wasn’t great. I’ve written about it before and don’t want to focus on that now. I don’t know what growing up with my biological father would have been like because I had limited contact with him after that. The role of the father. I think over the last 30 years there has been a shift in the participation of fathers in …
I’ve been medicated for quite some time in one form or another. In 2005 when I had my breakdown I was started on antidepressants and I think I’ve been fortunate in that they have never affected my sex drive or ability to orgasm. I know not everyone is as lucky. When my back first started to cause me severe pain and the drs started to put me onto pain medication things did begin to change. The medications made me sleepy or made me feel high. …
Maintaining a healthy mental state, is quite a challenge, at least it is for me. I take medication daily which works well to stabilise my mood. I’ve been medicated for depression and anxiety since 2005, essentially 18 months after my dad passed away. I had a full blown breakdown in 2005. I stopped working. I stopped functioning. I stopped doing pretty much everything. I spent 3 years getting better. I spent 3 years learning to deal with rough seas. It wasn’t all doom and gloom. In fact …
By some standards my upbringing was normal. Born in 1974 in a small mining town in South Yorkshire, my maternal grandparents lived one street away and my paternal grandparents had a farm. I was lucky until I was 5 years old, and my life was perfect, if you don’t count the fact that my tiny tears doll didn’t cry anymore because my baby brother pulled it’s head off! Then one night my mum left my dad and moved us in with his best friend. A man who’s …
Now I’m not yet fully menopausal, but I’m heading that way. I had a hysterectomy 4 years ago and was told I would likely start menopause within 5 years due to the decreased blood supply. At the moment I get occasional night sweats, and I can be forgetful. I do know I still have mood swings, but now I have no periods to track them around, but I also know I have periods where I am quite likely to cry my heart out over something …
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I live with depression, I have for many years. I started to crawl out of the dark pit of despair in 2008 after 3 years of living in darkness. What I don’t talk about (partly because it’s not my story exactly) is the day in 2012 when my son came home and said “when I see a car driving down the road towards me I just want to jump in front of it so it will be …
These two words are a lie. Almost every (and I’m going to say it) woman who utters these two words just lied. Add in a mental illness and everyone, man or woman, who says it – lied, but we would rather lie than inflict our pain on someone else. We would rather hide behind the lie than face the truth and say it. I am not fine. It took me years to get the courage to be honest when someone asked me “are you ok?” Because “I’m tired” …
Every morning I look through my WordPress feed as I wait to go to work, and this morning there was a post by SubMissy Control Freak that really touched me. So much I decided to share something of my own. I have my own struggles with mental health and promoting awareness is something I feel strongly about. In 2003 my father died, suddenly. He was 51 and he had a massive heart attack. After the postmortem we discovered that he had in fact had many …