I was diagnosed with SLE in my teens, long before I'd become sexually active. When sex became a part of my identity, instead of being a glorious whirlwind of sloppy kisses and knock-your-socks off orgasms, I viewed it as
yet another physical activity, I had to worry about! My bones popped so often, my husband and I joked that I had the ability to make love and make music at the same time. My toes and legs would stiffen from the uncontrollable muscle spasms; and forget about spontaneity, I could be exhausted one minute and achy the next.
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