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More or less four moments after a climax, in a blissful haze that is post-sex my head started initially to wonder.
We remembered the way I hadnвЂ™t seen a cat that everyday lives on our street, Bernie, for some time.
Imagine if heвЂ™d been struck by a car or truck? Let’s say he had been dead?
Wait. I experiencednвЂ™t heard from my buddy for some time either. Was he dead? My buddies, my loved ones, every person at your workplace вЂ“ were each of them simply dead?
Quickly I became hyperventilating into my boyfriendвЂ™s chest.
ThatвЂ™s when we noticed a pattern.
Crying after intercourse is not uncommon for me personally. Neither is really a feeling that is sudden of panic and dread.
We have anxiety, despair, and obsessive thoughts, so abruptly stressing that everybody i enjoy is dead is fairly standard вЂ“ but IвЂ™d pointed out that these ideas were showing up with greater regularity just after intercourse.
Allow me to be clear. IвЂ™m speaing frankly about good intercourse. Great sex, really. Absolutely absolutely absolutely Nothing terrible or upsetting in any way.
IвЂ™d heard about post-sex blues, but never ever post-sex anxiety. I needed to learn if I became alone in this trend, whether thereвЂ™s actually a hyperlink, or if my post-sex anxiety is clearly hiding deep-rooted upheaval linked to sex вЂ“ and so I chatted up to a psychologist to learn. (Pokračování textu…)