I came across this thread on a desperate search for answers - let's face it, Google search is cheaper than a therapist. It comforts me to see that I'm not the only one going through sexual dysfunction because of PTSD. I was abused by my stepdad for years at a very young age. Everyone, including myself, thought I had handled the aftermath (post arrest) well. I'm an extroverted drama queen at times, so I wasn't afraid to let my feelings out when I needed. I thought my battle was over during my second year in college. A dear friend had encouraged me to talk about it, you know, sort of run back through it all, cry about it, laugh about it, let it go. This was five years ago. I'm now 25, four months pregnant with my first baby and all of a sudden the PTSD is surfacing (hormones man). It started with the typical night terrors. Sometimes I wake up crying because I dreamt something that felt very real and was extremely gruesome. It has now hit my sex life. I've always had minor sexual dysfunction - sex with strangers is easier for me. I destroy my long term relationships. Eventually it's as if my partner is raping me - he's not. My hands ball up into fists and my blood starts to boil. I feel myself turn red. My teeth clench and I beg it to be over in my head. I move awkwardly during the whole thing and it takes everything in me to keep from screaming and throwing punches. It feels gross, slimy, wrong. I feel guilty for even slightly liking it, then I hate myself. I know this is all because of my past, but I really thought it would leave me already, having been 11yrs since the abuse. I'm now paranoid I'm going to demolish my relationship, be a horrible mom and wind up like my mother - a lost woman who tries to find herself and love in the many men who are willing to drive over for a quick lay, career-less and without my children. No offense to my mother. I understand her. She's been through a lot too...but that's another story. Anyway, I'm begging for answers. I need help. For now, I'll kiss my man goodnight (he's pleasantly snoring beside me) and hope someone hears my cry so that maybe he won't have to feel so unwanted, untouched tomorrow. Love, Michelle