Everyone always snickers a little when the topic of Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder comes up. But, it can be devastating, and very sad, for women who suffer from it. Here's proof...
Jezebel pointed out a post on BoingBoing.com about an anonymous woman who shared her heart-wrenching life with PGAD. "During my second semester of senior year, I counted orgasms on a sheet of paper," she wrote. "I was having 100 and 200 a day."
Imagine living life this way:
"Every time I do something, I have to evaluate my situation. Where am I? Are there other people around? How well do I know them? What is the likelihood that, if I don't get someplace private in time, things could get complicated? Can I make noise? (Being vocal isn't necessary, but it helps release more of the pressure.) I avoid triggers--things like music with heavy bass, vibrations from riding a train or an idle car, cold air, musky cologne, darkness, stress, scary movies, romantic movies, unexpected touch, a full bladder. [PGAD] is completely unrelated to sex drive. Watching sex scenes does nothing for me, but the other day, when a friend put his hand on my back, I found it really hard to contain a screaming orgasm. If my heart rate shoots up too high for too long, I flare up. I avoided exercise and gained a lot of weight. One time, I was hugging a male relative and I felt an orgasm arise. It felt really dirty and wrong, and I totally freaked out. Now, I try to avoid hugs in general unless I feel ready for them."