Reconnection Research: My Six To Do’s

I finally did some research for my No Sex/Reconnection Experiment.

Which brings me to my first action item:

1) Agree to reprioritize sex [1]

As it has taken me over a week to follow up on my goal to research intimacy-building, and my husband hasn’t pushed this forward whatsoever on his own, this point is clearly number 1. We both obviously have our reasons to not touch on the topic, but things will never get better if we don’t make them a priority.

2) Check in about feelings daily. Not about work.[2]

That’s the kicker. I skipped over all the suggestions about talking because we do: we talk all the time, and quite often about our feelings. But, 90% of the time, we’re talking strategies: improving work situations, increasing our financial standing, goals and dreams for the future. A focus on how we feel and where we stand in life and with each other is going to be the next thing to implement. Daily.

3) Pillow talk![3]

This is one of my favourite things – spending time together cuddling and chatting just before bedtime – but we usually stay up much too late, hop in bed exhausted, and pass out. Not sure if I’ll combine it with #2, because I’d prefer pillow talk to be much lighter conversation. Will make this a to-do at least 3 times a week.

4) Connection moments [3]

These would include things like “Soul Gazing” and “Forehead Touching.” I think these are really sweet and an easy way to be intimate and close physically without pressure. The trick will be to make the space to do this so it doesn’t feel rushed and out of nowhere. Aiming for 3 times a week. (Truth: I had a hard time even writing that. Maybe not so easy).

5) Hang out together.

I’m adding this one myself. I’m a quality time kind of person (he’s a ‘touch’ if we’re speaking the Love Languages), so for me, spending time cooking dinner together or reading to each other or playing some sort of game is a valid way of connecting. He’s really only into the reading bit but I’d like for us to step out of our usual routine of one of us making dinner and then eating it in front of the TV. 3 times a week.

6) Work towards the physical touch

A lot of websites cited “putting yourself in the mood for sex” or even just having sex as a way of building emotional intimacy, but that’s a bit much for me. So instead, I’ll add work towards back rubs and make out sessions once a week.


That actually sounds like quite a few things to do but in the end these are things I’d like to implement through the next month (which is quickly becoming a very long month indeed).

The relationship coach from two of those links also has a 14-Day Relationship Revitalizer that I’d like to implement ideas from (again, not all as sexual intimacy is included), and has a post on non-sexual ways of reconnecting as well. A lot of his articles seem pretty decent actually (more in-depth than many without being too research sounding), so if you’re interested in reading anything else on these topics, it might be worth a browse 🙂

Wish me luck!

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The Experiment: An Update

The truth is that as I’m catching up with my context for this blog, time keeps passing. The “Experiment” was actually initiated over two weeks ago now – it was what prompted me, finally, to start writing here – but it feels like I’ve barely participated in it.

To update thus far on what did happen:

Communication lines were open. 

We had a long chat about everything, where we were coming from, the circumstances under which we get uncomfortable, how to deal with those situations, and agreed that we did still want to be together and get back to being intimate.

More importantly, we’ve managed to check in with each other a few times after things have come up in social situations (even something as simple as talking about sex), and that has been a weight off my shoulders.

We got touchy.

When he got gropey, I didn’t push him away or make faces. He didn’t take it any further and even though there were moments where it felt unnatural and I wanted to resist out of habit, going along with it turned out to be not so bad and made him almost disproportionally happy.

We got giggly.

Being really open with one another and allowing ourselves to enjoy being touchy made us a lot more relaxed, close, and just fun. We giggled a lot, felt lovely dovey like teenagers. When you’re not also going through puberty when you feel that way, it’s pretty much awesome.

However.

Passively, the ‘Experiment’ has been alright, but I knew from the beginning that it would likely need to be a conscious, active experiment to actually work. Letting things continue as they were with only the agreement that we weren’t going to have sex had a bit of a honeymoon effect, and without a consistent check-in, our conversations on the topic became a bit halted, I started resisting his touchiness, and our lovely dovey-ness went away (partially anyway).

So this week, I’m going to research some intimacy builders and start again participating actively. I don’t love the idea of forcing ourselves to give each other massages or bubble baths so I will have to post an update on what I find!

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The ‘No-Sex’ Experiment and why I think it’ll help

Fast forward almost a year into our marriage. Life is ambling on with unrelated ups and downs until one Friday, my husband has a conversation with a friend which makes him think about All The Things:

He feels not only rejected and depressed, but embarrassed, ridiculed even, as if this is a joke I’m playing on him, or a lesson I’m teaching him for something he’s done in the past. (I don’t know any of this at the time, but immediately assume what happened based on his silence). He clams up, gets distant. I shrink with vulnerability, feel pushed away, dread divorce. The weekend isn’t ruined but each night we go to bed silent and upset.

A month later, during a women’s retreat, I finally tell someone. I tell a whole group of someones. I never bring it up myself of course but when I’m asked how often my husband and I have sex, I feel like a shower curtain has been flung open and I am standing there, exposed. It’s as if I’m admitting that I’ve been lying to them this whole time, that I acted like I was ‘normal’ but really I’m this sex-withholding wife and life is horrible and my relationship is a lie. But they just want to understand. Questions are asked, suggestions are made.

And then one catches my interest:

What if I gave myself a break and decided to not have sex for 30 days?*

Yes, it’s ironic, because obviously we’re already not having sex, but this was different. This wasn’t a ‘not having sex because I can’t.’ This was a ‘not having sex because we choose not to’, or, ‘because it’s forbidden.’

My first thought? What’s forbidden is always more tempting and this basically always turns me on. But the second thought was more of a surprise: relief. I could already feel a wave of relief coming over me: How amazing it would be to be able to enjoy my husband? To flirt with him, hold him, cuddle him, look at him, and touch him without worrying that A) sex would cross his mind and he’d expect it and then feel rejected when it didn’t happen, or that B) sex would cross his mind and he’d know it wouldn’t happen and he’d feel rejected preemptively.

So when I returned, I nervously/full of hope explained this experiment to him – we rarely never discussed the topic so openly and he remained silent as I talked. I thought he was upset – that I told someone, that random people were suggesting things for our sex life like it was an interactive game, that I’d be willing to ‘experiment’ on something so serious.

Instead, he said he was open to anything. So we discussed some rules.

For him: If the ‘issue’ gets to him at any point and he feels upset, communication lines need to remain open – he can’t clam up and get distant like he usually does, otherwise the intimacy we’ve been building goes out the window for me and I have to start from scratch.

For me: When he initiates touch, I’m not allowed to make ‘icky faces,’ especially not at his penis, which essentially pushes him away.

For us: Touch and play and flirt and cuddle without the pressure of either of us thinking/hoping/dreading that it might lead to sex.

So I will put updates on here about that 🙂

This might seem like I’m treating the situation lightly, being ironic or making it sound ‘easy’, but I’m taking this quite seriously. I don’t know that the experiment will work but the immediate relief from pressure is already worth trying it out.

I also think it’s important to say that I’m not sure I would’ve necessarily been up for it even a few months ago, and so don’t think this is something that could work for everyone.

But I’m excited. And I’m finally open to trying something and that is a big step in itself.

 


*  It started with the Big Magic podcast. It was about a woman putting so much pressure on herself to write that she couldn’t. The suggestion? Stop writing. No writing for 30 days no matter what. At worst, it’ll give her a break. At best, she’ll go so crazy not writing and she won’t even last the 30 days.

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I don’t have sex with my husband (pt.2)

[Continued from I don’t have sex with my husband (pt.1)]

After a few years of being with my husband, our sex life had become effectively nonexistent and our relationship, while strong in every other way, had a massive crack silently running through it.

We talked about “the issue” once. It was uncomfortable; we were both just trying to explain ourselves, we used inclusive, loving words, and yet we both felt attacked, defensive, hurt. I felt he just didn’t understand; he probably felt the same. He wanted me to get it checked out, to get help, for me to feel better. I felt so vulnerable that any suggestion just made me feel pressured.

It seemed like we made a silent pact not to talk about it, not to think about it, not to go there.

Every few months I’d get brave enough to update him on my progress. “I’ve been doing mantras about it for a couple weeks, and was already feeling more comfortable,” I’d tell him, or, “I made an appointment to get it checked out.”

The mantras couldn’t reach the depth of the problem unfortunately.

As for the appointment – sure, I should’ve done this years ago. I meant to – but the awkwardness and shame I felt meant I didn’t want to think about it much less bring it up for someone to test. The one time I did, the doctor said she couldn’t see anything specific that would cause the discomfort, but if I have sex and it continues to hurt, then she’ll check it out.

But, I’m not going to have sex! I wanted to yell. It was like a phone company telling you to call their help number when your phone didn’t work. I couldn’t even bring myself to try to have sex much less to test whether it would hurt.

So we kept ignoring the issue as we tumbled towards our wedding date.

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I don’t have sex with my husband (pt.1)

There, I said it: I don’t have sex with my husband.

In the past three years, the number of times we’ve had sex could probably be counted on two hands…maybe even one.

My therapist says it probably came from a trauma, and while I have no great trauma to speak of, I can pinpoint it to a specific time when I was in a crisis of sorts – emotionally, physically, mentally.

I had just come back from a long trip overseas. I felt lost, wasn’t ready to be back, and I definitely wasn’t ready to move in with my husband (then-boyfriend). Sex was awkward; it was like we didn’t remember how to be together (it had been six months at that point). I was struggling creatively, stressed out and putting a lot of pressure on myself to succeed in a difficult career; I dropped that, too. And all around the same time, I had to go to the hospital with a weird thumb injury and (TMI) got a very uncomfortable yeast infection.

[A word on *too much information*: this blog will be filled with it. You’ve been warned.]

It didn’t happen all at once but eventually sex became uncomfortable. It wasn’t exactly painful, but the friction caused such a discomfort that it may as well have been. I felt awful. I really wanted to have sex with him but it hurt. It was only a matter of time before I wasn’t into it at all. Oral still happened a few times but eventually that, too, was nonexistent.

I started dreading bedtime. I avoided talking about sex, avoided closeness. I felt like a fraud: sex was so good and ample in the beginning, I felt like I had lured him in and then turned off the tap.

I gave him multiple outs – if he wanted to break up, sleep with other women, we could do that. (He didn’t). I hated that I couldn’t show him love in all the ways I wanted. I hated that he felt unloved because of it.

I tried to convince myself it was all in my head. I wanted to believe it was just a habit I had gotten out of, and if I just did it, I’d get ‘used to it’ again. But I could never quite talk myself into it. The times I did, I cried, it was so uncomfortable.

But the truth was, I didn’t even want sex anymore. And I blamed him: his hair, his hobbies, his weight. But I knew those were all excuses: they were never a problem before.

We didn’t fight about it constantly – actually, we rarely talked about it at all – but it was always the elephant in the room, silently underpinning most other issues, until we finally almost broke up. (We didn’t).

We agreed to a fresh start, and got engaged a few months later; nonetheless, the issue remained. I once more gave him an out – we could still call things off – but everything else was perfect…except…this.

It was confusing. He said didn’t need the sex, he just wanted the closeness. But I knew the closeness would inevitably lead to the topic of sex and everything that came with it, so I avoided it all.

He felt rejected, embarrassed. I felt guilty and ashamed. I didn’t want to be in a sexless marriage, and yet here I was, the architect of it.

I turned off that part of myself. I didn’t need sex. I didn’t care for it. The times I did get aroused, I willingly took care of it myself. I didn’t want him to touch me – it had been so long that any touch of his was foreign, uncomfortable.

And I hated that I felt that way. I wanted to want him. I wanted so badly to want to have sex with my husband. I would’ve done anything to just take a pill and make the discomfort STOP. I was sure that if the pain just went away, I could then at least reasonably consider  going through the motions.

Going through the motions would’ve been a welcome improvement. That’s what my sex life had become.

[Continued in next post…]

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