I've been with my fiance for two years and he's so understanding about my situation with my depression. As with most guys, he wants to be intimate as much as possible. Unfortunately, most of the time (probably because of my depression) I'm not interested. He gets frustrated a lot when I won't, but he never makes me feel bad about it. He always tells me just to let him know if/when I'm ready. When I finally do, the majority of the time I can't reach orgasm. It really bothers him a lot because he feels its his fault and always wants us both to "enjoy it." I do enjoy it, I just can't finish. I'm not sure what is causing this dysfunction. Maybe the medication I'm on (Cymbalta). I don't really think its the medication so I'm wondering what else it might be. I suffer from PTSD, Bipolar II, Anxiety, and I've been raped. I've noticed that I can't really get into sex much. Its very difficult for me to get turned on recently, so I end up just going through the motions without really feeling the pleasure that it should bring. He always asks me if I'm ok or if I'm enjoying it because he says I look bored. I tell him its not him, its me which is the truth but I know he doesn't beleive me. He always looks crushed when I tell him that I didn't finish. Of course it bothers me too, but I'm not really sure how to correct it. I don't know when exactly it started which is why I don't know what causes it, but its so frustrating! The only way I can reach orgasm is with a vibrator, that's it. And it hurts his pride so badly, I can tell by the disapointed look on his face when I finish with it but can't finish with him no matter what method he uses. Anyone have any input or similar experiences that might help me gain some insight?
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