Hi guys,
I know this probably a usual problem, but I feel like I need to get it off my chest.
The first time I've slept with a guy was about a year and half ago. I just decided it's time to try it, he was willing, we did it. However, it was extremely painful and embarrassing for me. The poor guy tried helping me, but it didn't ease the pain. The second time (a few days later), I experienced the same thing, but clenched my teeth and got through it with tears in my eyes the whole time - it hurt that bad. After that, we kind of stopped seeing each other and that was it.
When I visited my lady doctor for the yearly checkup after that, she actually found out my uterus is moved to the side - that's why I have had such a splendid time doing what others actually enjoy and other medical issues I've run across. However, she did not say if there was anything that could be done to resolve this. She just said "it might get better over the years". Honestly, that scared me so much that I've been shying away from physical contact with guys completely. I feel like I would be leading them on... It feels like so many boys focus on that one part of a relationship that I don't want to do (at least not in the immediate future). I've always been attracting a lot of attention due to my rather big chest, so my paranoia regarding males might stem from that. I have yet to meet a guy who would just ask me out without including a meaningful look to my under-neck area.
I have no problem with other kinds of late-night fun ;) But that "final" stage that involves 2 people is scaring the crap of me.
I don't want to be this isolated, but I don't see a way out. I'm hoping to meet a nice and educated boy at university, but who knows how that will turn out.
Did anybody go through a similar stage and would share a feel-good story? Or an advice?
I know this probably a usual problem, but I feel like I need to get it off my chest.
The first time I've slept with a guy was about a year and half ago. I just decided it's time to try it, he was willing, we did it. However, it was extremely painful and embarrassing for me. The poor guy tried helping me, but it didn't ease the pain. The second time (a few days later), I experienced the same thing, but clenched my teeth and got through it with tears in my eyes the whole time - it hurt that bad. After that, we kind of stopped seeing each other and that was it.
When I visited my lady doctor for the yearly checkup after that, she actually found out my uterus is moved to the side - that's why I have had such a splendid time doing what others actually enjoy and other medical issues I've run across. However, she did not say if there was anything that could be done to resolve this. She just said "it might get better over the years". Honestly, that scared me so much that I've been shying away from physical contact with guys completely. I feel like I would be leading them on... It feels like so many boys focus on that one part of a relationship that I don't want to do (at least not in the immediate future). I've always been attracting a lot of attention due to my rather big chest, so my paranoia regarding males might stem from that. I have yet to meet a guy who would just ask me out without including a meaningful look to my under-neck area.
I have no problem with other kinds of late-night fun ;) But that "final" stage that involves 2 people is scaring the crap of me.
I don't want to be this isolated, but I don't see a way out. I'm hoping to meet a nice and educated boy at university, but who knows how that will turn out.
Did anybody go through a similar stage and would share a feel-good story? Or an advice?
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