tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240355902210786734.post1024196255810308175..comments2023-05-08T01:44:22.927-07:00Comments on Mad Peach: Crotch CounselingEstherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13231523634115523348noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240355902210786734.post-66603212491983315242008-11-18T20:38:00.000-08:002008-11-18T20:38:00.000-08:00K, thanks for the comment! And thanks for the lin...K, thanks for the comment! And thanks for the link to your blog. It's always good to hear another voice talk about all this stuff.<BR/><BR/>I've considered physical therapy, but I'm not sure my insurance would cover it and I haven't mustered the -- what, the courage? -- to look into it yet. I hate my insurance company, or all insurance companies, and I'd rather not try to navigate ANOTHER something with them right now. Sigh.Estherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13231523634115523348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240355902210786734.post-17589123818656744742008-11-17T16:45:00.000-08:002008-11-17T16:45:00.000-08:00I'm a little late in commenting on this partic...I'm a little late in commenting on this particular post, but not super-late I suppose.<BR/><BR/>I myself have not yet gone through the same kind of therapy as you - instead, I get physical therapy & find that that is helping with my particular pain - and of course, having an experienced doctor is also good. I am able to open up with the emotions & feeling I have during sessions & work through them at home as well. But I do not know if this would be a good option for you - the only reason I can handle PT at all is because the immediate pain is under control now. Maybe later on down the line...<BR/><BR/>I am attempting to turn this experience into something useful.<BR/>I have linked to your blog in mine own, <A HREF="http://feministswithfsd.wordpress.com/" REL="nofollow">Feminists With FSD,</A> so called because it is so hard to find & be one...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240355902210786734.post-45678849279492282362008-10-17T21:44:00.000-07:002008-10-17T21:44:00.000-07:00And you have to wonder, which is the chicken and w...And you have to wonder, which is the chicken and which the egg? If I flare, sometimes I don't care, and sometimes I get downright depressed.<BR/><BR/>I'm wary of moving forward with crotch therapy too much, but I'm not sure why. I guess that the act of analyzing WHY I feel the way I feel about my pain is just another form of pain-related exhaustion.Estherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13231523634115523348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240355902210786734.post-3100695667120716652008-10-17T05:47:00.000-07:002008-10-17T05:47:00.000-07:00I've spoken about it in therapy too, but I felt a ...I've spoken about it in therapy too, but I felt a little weird. I have noticed that when I'm feeling better in my head I'm feeling better in my pants, which is nice. And sad. And creepy.Lorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11721629115039897949noreply@blogger.com