Still fairly new here, but it's something that driving me a bit nuts and my doc just kind of looks at me like 'are you serious... We're discussing your debilitating pain in switching laundry and you're thinking about THAT?!!' ... Well come on, I'm a 34 year old married woman, it shouldn't be too shocking. But how to word this without sounding rude and crude.... Fitting the pieces together isn't an issue other than trying to find a comfortable position, but obtaining satisfaction.... Well that doesn't always make it worth it... When it's been a few months it can be but... Even then.... Ugh... I'm really terrible at explaining this but long and short afterwards it feels like I'm being strung out on a rack with pins placed in every muscle twisting them tight while the joints are separating, it hurts to breathe, is almost impossible to breathe, I can't voluntarily move but get jerked all over the bed like I'm having a grand maul seizure except I'm wide awake and fully conscious for every excruciating jerk and jump of the muscles while my poor husband looks on in abject horror and probably not more than a little male pride since there's no way to fake it. I am taking baclofen three times a day and zanaflex at bedtime and this has been going on for about five years now. Before that my husband and I were 'healthy' with a dash of spice, now it's like I have to get almost comotosed from alcohol to help, which sure works for him on the occasions that I decide to kill my liver, but doesn't really help me out much since the memory is a bit foggy. I'm hoping that my female neuro might be a bit more sympathetic to my plight, than my male pain mgmt doctor who thinks only guys care about the bedroom, but also since she's a devote baptist she might just condemn me to burn for eternity for even thinking about carnal pleasures and condemn my symptoms as retribution from the gods. Am I a terrible person for even thinking about it, some kind of deviant, since I can't even go food shopping for the pain and tiredness? On the one hand I can somewhat agree with the pain mgmt doc that there are more pressing matters to attend to, and I would be inclined most days to agree, but its not just denying myself, but my husband as well, I'm ready to hire a prostitute for him... It's not like he's saying 'if you can't...' If anything he's sometimes too supportive in that regard just not real good at hiding his desire, nice to know that gimped up as I am he can still feel that towards me, but sometimes it feels like eating ice cream in front of a starving child from TV ads. I'm really sorry for asking, and have consider deleting this whole thing several times over, not really from embarrassment but rather again is it something I should even be thinking about in the grand scheme? Nuns and priest can survive without, it's not like its life threatening or a daily necessity, it's not like my marriage is falling apart over it, or even the worse aspect of things my hubby has to put up with, but does having health problems mean turning your mind into that of a monk, your bed into an altar of sleep, and fitting your husband for his priest robes? I get that I'm in pain, constantly, I get that intimacy (when enjoyed be me) sky-rockets that pain to levels which cannot be healthy, and as such I probably shouldn't even give a thought to any bedroom activity but sleep. But darn it, I do! And I'm not ashamed, even if it does make a sociopathic deviant, but if anyone might know what I'm talking about and if they have found any solution better than alcohol poisoning every couple of months, I could really use the help.