By Kendra Holliday | August 13, 2017
Throughout this whole six month ordeal, my sex drive remained strong. In fact, it was even stronger! Instead of drying up, I was firing up.
I had more male energy. I felt juicy and sizzling like a steak on a grill. My friend Joan Price maintains that if you have a healthy libido before menopause, you will likely retain it after you go through the life change.
Needless to say, my sexuality is vitally important to me. So it sucked to start taking Paxil. I knew what was coming, and it wasn’t going to be me!
Many medications, especially anti-depressants, affect desire and orgasm.
The first day I started taking it, I vibed it out and came just fine.
The second day, I could cum.
The third day, it was an effort, and the orgasm was not the best.
The fourth day, my orgasms ghosted.
They were gone.
Still, I kept up with pleasuring myself daily. I tried to enjoy the sensations without the satisfying climax.
I was able to get off with partners, but it was different. It was coming from a different place – like my breath, instead of my clit.
I tried different methods of self-pleasure, but nothing worked that well. (Check out fellow sex blogger Crista Anne’s #OrgasmQuest chronicles!)
Oddly, my fantasy Rolodex no longer worked for me! Usually, I flip through the rich and perverse fantasy catalog in my brain until something grabs me by the clit and does the trick for me. Now, all of my favorite scenarios were as dull as dirt. Uncle seducing niece at a family pool party? Yawn. A sexy couple teaching a curious girl about sex? Ho hum.
I promised myself I would take Paxil for at least a month to give it time, but I broke that promise. After three weeks of taking it, I tapered off and replaced it with something that was a MUCH better fit for me…