I’m sorry for the painful events. I respect and adore you, although I don’t *know* you except from your writing here. But I feel as though I know you, because of your writing here.

There is no advice I can offer to make it better, nothing at all I can say to make it better. What I can say is that I offer you, for whatever it is worth, my unconditional admiration of who you are. Of what you share of yourself. Unconditional. There’s too little of that in the world, I think.

You’re in my thoughts.

P.S. A note about time healing all wounds… time doesn’t heal it, it’s what you do during the time that can potentially heal wounds.

I disagree maymay. I think that time can heal things. After a while, it just does not become something that has any effect on you. But, that’s just my opinion.

I think there is a huge difference between an emotional trauma one has become dulled to the experience of over time and an emotional trauma I would call healed, and it has never been solely the passage of time that I have seen heal such things. But, that’s just my opinion. ;)

Time heals. It always does.

Time never heals anything. If it did, no one would ever have to do any introspective work to feel better.

I feel like I have a family like yours, mostly open-minded, and wouldn’t they all not be too surprised if they found my online writings? Saw in black and white that I enjoy and need to be dominant and sadistic in my romantic and sexual life? I would probably be facing the same kind of pain and confusion you are going through if someone did find what I’ve put online about my kinky life. So I have been reading your blog with a new kind of interest, studying almost, with great introspection. What would I do? Could I bear to do what you have done and revisit all of my online writing about kink, thinking “What would __ feel about this?”

I also empathize with having to return from a period of little to no libido, although here it is because of a back injury.

Time heals. It always does. See you on the other side. And again — THANKS.

It’s worse if it’s someone else pushing you, but even yourself pushing you can be suboptimal in the long run.

Good luck as ever with continuing to work through this.

Baked goods are always appreciated, and are almost as good as hugs. Movies and hot chocolate are good things too.

Maymay,

Would it be easier? Yes. Does that mean you should feel bad about it? Hell no. My life would also be “easier” if I were served breakfast in bed every morning, but that doesn’t mean I want you to do it.

NomSecret,

I am *so* glad you posted the end of that joke. I like it even more now.

Thank you!