We’ve done a lot of posts recently about sex for me. Forgive me if I don’t break into spontaneous applause. I just don’t care that much. Lion had a comment about someone’s wife who “has no interest in sailing anymore (after last weekend!) and only eats because she has to”. I get that. How many times did she go sailing when she didn’t want to? Did she get to do anything she wanted to do? It sounds to me, a layman, like she’s depressed. I’m on two antidepressants. I stopped taking one of them to see if it would help with my libido. Holy crap that was the longest two weeks of my life. I didn’t care any more about sex, but I was ready to beat the hell out of anyone and anything.
Do I think the antidepressants are to blame for my lack of libido? No. Do I think they make me more tolerable to live with? Oh, yes. Now that I’m thinking about it, I should have the dosage increased. It might make me care about things again. I have very little patience for the dog dragging in branches when I just cleaned up from the last time. I have very little patience for most things.
You may wonder why I agreed to try to get my libido back. It’s simple. It’s important to Lion. I feel like I let him down in so many ways, I should try to enjoy sex again. I know he wants me to have fun again. I’m just now wondering if we’re approaching it backwards. Would it make more sense to get me to enjoy things in general again and sex will follow? Or do we go for sex and hope the rest will follow? I don’t know. Just a thought. I don’t have the answer.