Every night I would make up some excuse not to try again*

Every night I would make up some excuse not to try again, or I would pretend I was asleep when my husband would come to bed. I hated everything about our sexual life. I didn’t want to make out, kiss, or do anything remotely sexual because I was afraid it would lead to ‘trying’. I didn’t like him to touch me anywhere. I thought it tickled when he would fondle my breast. When he would try to put his hand anywhere even near my pubic hair, I would cringe. To me every touch, even the gentlest was painful.

The first treatment was great for me. Anatomy 101. I was raised in a very religious home and went to a private high school; sex was never a topic that was discussed during my adolescence. I was absolutely clueless when it came to the human body. Of course, I knew a man had a penis and a woman had a vagina, but those were just words to me. Ditza and Ross had my husband and I draw a picture of what we thought the vagina was made up of. Of course, I got the obvious things; but inner lips, cervix, and all the inside stuff were irrelevant to me. To think that the clitoris was anything but excess skin was amazing, let alone be arousing to a woman.

I would encourage anyone who has the slightest impression that I am telling your story to call The Women’s Therapy Center. Please don’t waste the time and money that we did on other inadequate resources such as surgery and sexual therapists, not to mention all the extra wine we had to buy to make me relax. The Women’s Therapy Center not only changed our lives sexually, but we also gained 2-lifetime friends.

My husband and I would like to give Ditza and Ross a heartfelt appreciation for all the time and effort they put into our life. We couldn’t have made it without them. Thank you for dedicating your lives to changing others so that women around the world will not have to suffer from the unknown dysfunction called vaginismus*.

– T.L.

* Results may vary from person to person