celibacy

Celibacy: A piece of the past

When I saw that this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was celibacy, I thought that I had nothing to write. It wasn’t until I read May More’s post, Being Celibate, Love and Sex, that I realised that I had, like her, been celibate for a large chunk of time during my previous marriage. I had not seen this as celibacy until now. I had seen celibacy as a choice, and had not made the connection with it also being about the repeated rejection of me on a sexual level. It seems short-sighted of me not to see that connection but I suppose I was shrouded in what experiencing that did to me.

I realise that life has its ups and downs and that there will always be periods in many relationships where things are not as physically intimate for whatever reason. Work, family, health, so many things can get in the way of where you really want to be. Fortunately now those periods are relatively short-lived and they are also something which we try not to let last too long. We have both learnt from what happened to us before, and, coming from quite similar situations, have a shared vision of how things will not be. I think that now, although we know life does not always give us a choice, we try to choose a shared approach to dealing with it together.

I am not saying for one moment that we never experience our dry spells and have never pretended that it is fuck a minute kink at every turn, but for the most part we endeavour to work at making sure that the intimacy between us is maintained by keeping the closeness in a variety of ways. The good thing about a relationship where you are attracted on a number of levels is that there are a number of levels where you can connect and when one of those is down, we try to compensate in other areas until we can get things back on track. I think that for many couples health can be the big block. If you are unwell, it can sometimes be impossible to connect in the way that you usually might.

So having veered off on an explanation of what I feel celibacy is not, I will get back to the topic at hand. That time in my life when I should have been able to be sexually active but was not. I don’t know exactly how long it lasted. There was a period of approximately three years, followed by a period of around about five years. At first I hoped for a way back, but by the end, it had become my choice I suppse. I was no longer allowing it to control me and had chosen instead to control it. I meantlly tried to reclaim my body, but in reality, I don’t think I wanted it any more than he did at that point.

It pains me to look back on that time, not just because of the lack of sexual connection. It was a bad time for so many more and much bigger reasons that I think I felt the sex, or lack of it, was the least of my worries. That is probably why I didn’t recognise it until I read May’s post and connected with it, remembering how that time was for me and how it felt. Essentially it broke me. Handing myself over on a plate each night, only to put the pieces away untouched took me apart bit by bit. Or it would have had I let it. But I am a fighter. I tried harder. I tried different things. I talked, I acted, I tried my magic. So I did fight, and in the end when it still didn’t work, I took myself back off the plate. A dish no longer served.

I suppose what happened was the slow disengaging from him and from my want and need for him. I think that I also disengaged from myself. I pulled back from most of my sexual feelings and from seeing myself as having any physical needs at all. The emotional effect of the withdrawing of the physical was huge. With each rejected attempt, a little of my heart closed over in defence. While I still offered myself physically for a long time, there was not the love that should have gone alongside it. At the point where he realised finally what he was losing, there was not the way back that either of us had hoped.

That form of celibacy hardened me because it was cruel. It was not born of circumstance. It was not due to health or work or family. There was no way for me to reassure myself. There was not the communication, nor the tenderness, nor the love to sit inside the space it left until things were better. We grew apart, the gulf of the wound stretching between us far into the distance, becoming a valley that we could no longer cross. I can’t say that there was no love, because there was, but it was not the love that I have now. It was a love that came from guilt, and familiarity, and a sense of shared past. It was about duty; I was needed and not wanted.

The result of the celibate period we went through, was at first a loss of connection, and then a loss of tenderness and in the end, the loss of a shared life together and the loss of a marriage. It is not something I think about often and I have never really thought about this particular part of it in isolation before. What I do know is that it changed me. And at the end of the day it brought me here but it is not something I would endure again. It is not something that I would allow to casually overtake me in the defensive way that I did back then.

Truthfully, I still see celibacy as more about abstinence through choice. Perhaps not through choosing the circumstance but through agreeing to abstain because of those circumstances. I appreciate that there may be times as we grow older together when that happens and I trust that in making that choice, we make it together, for the sake of each other. I don’t think that will be the negative that I experienced in the past and I don’t see why that would have the same destructive effect. While sex is an important part of what we do, it is only a part, and as long as we use the others to remain together, there is no reason why it should break us apart.

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Click to read more of my submissive musings.

Posted in Submissive Musings.

14 Comments

  1. Celibacy should be an abstinence though choice – for sure – am am not sure if what we experienced is celibacy – it happened to us -, and having read other posts makes me query the definition further- but when I look back that’s how I viewed it at the time xx

    • Yes I hope I have not gone off on one. As you say, it is part of the story whatever term it falls under. Thank you for your inspiration and I hope my post isn’t too much of a copy cat 😬

  2. Reading your post give me a similar feeling that you got reading May’s post. Looking back at the relationship between me and my then husband, I can’t say that either of us were intentionally avoiding sex (Can’t speak for him) I just didn’t feel wanted. It felt like an obligation. I don’t just mean the romantic gestures, I mean wanted for more than just a mother of his children. I know I played a part because something in me was missing, and while I feel, like you, I tried, fought for it, and attempted to change things, nothing seemed to work. It is painful at times to look back at our lives and see the pain and know now how we could have fixed it. Hindsight… of course, but I try and look at them as lessons learned and hopefully apply them going forward. Whatever, and whenever my next relationship happens, I hope to apply all the lessons. Although I should probably have them charted in a spreadsheet…. there are many.

    • HeHe – the spreadsheet idea sounds interesting reading. I do know what you mean though. I don’t regret what happened as I am not that sort of person and good did come from the relationship. I know that I tried but sometimes things just aren’t going to work and you know that it is time. I am glad I was able to see them as lessons too 🙂

  3. Oh how I recognize fighting over and over again until one day you’re done fighting. I’ve been there too. There might be ‘celibate’ periods during any marriage, but as long as the communication keeps going it shouldn’t be a negative thing.

    Rebel xox

    • Yes I agree with you Marie. I hope that I was able to stress that in my post as I can see that it could work within what we have now 🙂

  4. It’s interesting to see everyone’s different takes on celibacy, whether it’s an active choice or a passive occurrence due to Life. I too didn’t think that I could write anything personal (so I wrote some fiction), but I’m sure that Sir would have something to say on the subject! Looking back there have been lulls – not sure if I’d call it celibacy though. Your point of view is interesting!

    • Thank you blue and I agree that it is interesting to read the different takes. It has made me look at things differently too 🙂

  5. When you have endured periods of time such as you describe the memory remains and hopefully (as you have) you make sure it doesn’t happen again. Great post Missy xx

    • Being honest I think the three kids and the large mortgage probably encouraged that tenacity. It was my whole life as I knew it that I had to give up on and that was just one small part. Thank you for saying that though – it means a lot 😊

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.