This post is part of an ongoing series called Community Stories, where I share the questions, conversations and diverse interactions that have enriched my own story, after shared our story with a wide spectrum of people during more than twenty years of speaking engagements around the country. Click here to view other posts in the Community […]
Intimacy & Aging Blog
On this blog, I share posts and resources on how aging affects intimacy, and our continued journey to retain and redefine intimacy after impotence. Click here for the introduction to the blog.
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When Keith and I published our book in 2002, we thought of our readers as limited to men who had survived prostate cancer as well as their partners—couples seeking a return to intimacy after sexual dysfunction. However, as the book made its way into the world and we began to get feedback, we learned the […]
The day after our daughter’s wedding, our neighbor Helen dropped in for coffee. Helen had become a mentor to me as I observed the manner in which she faced life’s challenges with grace, dignity, and a consistent partnership with Roger. As Helen and I were recalling the details of the wedding, Helen commented, “It was […]
Since this blog is about intimacy and aging, one might expect I have some definitive number in mind for when ‘aging’ begins…but I don’t. Because I think…it all depends. The timeline for my personal aging began in my late thirties, the consequence of an emergency oophorectomy (surgical removal of ovaries). The morning after the operation, […]
Since our book Making Love Again was published in 2002, Keith and I have had the opportunity to speak to scores of groups, organizations, and medical professionals about what we experienced ‘then’ and how we are ‘now.’ In our presentations we always stress the need for ‘intimate touch’ to continue throughout one’s lifetime—the touch only […]
I often cry when Keith and I make love. I’ve done so for nearly thirty of our fifty years together. The first time I cried was after my father died. At the peak of my climax, I started sobbing. Keith was alarmed. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned. I assured him I was physically […]