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More or less four moments after a climax, in a blissful haze that is post-sex my brain began to wonder.
We remembered the way I hadn’t seen a cat that everyday lives on our street, Bernie, for a time.
Imagine if he’d been struck by a vehicle? Let’s say he had been dead?
Wait. We hadn’t heard from my cousin for a time either. Was he dead? My buddies, my loved ones, everyone else at the job – were each of them simply dead?
Quickly I happened to be hyperventilating into my boyfriend’s chest.
That’s when a pattern was noticed by me.
Crying after intercourse is not uncommon in my situation. Neither is a unexpected sense of overwhelming panic and dread.
We have anxiety, despair, and obsessive ideas, so abruptly stressing that everybody i really like is dead is fairly standard – but I’d pointed out that these ideas were appearing more often just after sex.
I would ike to be clear. I’m speaking about good intercourse. Great intercourse, really. Absolutely Nothing traumatic or upsetting in any way.
I’d heard about post-sex blues, but anxiety that is never post-sex. I needed to learn so I chatted to a psychologist to find out if I was alone in this phenomenon, whether there’s actually a link, or if my post-sex anxiety is actually hiding deep-rooted trauma related to sex. Continue reading “All you need to realize about post-sex anxiety”