In 2014, my life changed forever when I found out I was infertile. An extremely rare genetic hiccup means my eggs don’t respond to the hormones they need to grow and mature for fertilisation to occur. In the years since, I have battled depression and later bipolar II looking for reasons to explain “why me”.
In 2016, I made the decision to move away from my home and husband to find out who I was if I couldn’t be a mum. After six months, I decided not to go back home and embraced what was to be an exciting, adventurous and downright dirty time in my life, fulfilling sexual desires that I had only previously fantasised about. I’ve since slept with more than 100 people and many of those experiences are documented here. There’s also a bit of travel, lots of mental health exploration and oh so many “relationships”.
While this is a personal and true account of real events, I have changed names to protect the identities of some of those who had a part in my story. Some people are named as per their wishes. And I’m Australian, not that it matters but I sometimes refer to local places and cities.
I do not have affiliations with any brands or products mentioned in any post. All views expressed are my own.
I welcome thoughts and comments but slut shamers can fuck right off. I’m judgy enough for all of us.
– A
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