.A little about myself:
I'm a 16-year-old high school junior from New Jersey. I'm really involved in leadership and tutoring programs, and I box in my free time. College applications are starting to become the domineering force in my life, but I'm much more focused on some of my friends and their personal issues considering 2014 has not treated them kindly.
How I define virginity:
I'd define virginity as one who's never had penile-vaginal sex. I understand this can't include lesbian couples but I would say you can have that sort of sex without "making love" so to speak. When I define virginity, I'm thinking in completely physical terms.
Here's my story:
I know in the mindsets of most people, 16 is way too young to even consider having sex and to others it's the perfect age. I can remember naively discussing it with some of my friends. "I'll never do it until I'm 20 at least!" I said at the age where boys still had cooties.
I guess my issue is some of my most "virginal" friends have started losing their V-Cards, and it's made me realize that sex is not this enormous deal as it's portrayed in pop culture. Rather, it's natural, awkward, and–as I'm afraid–will probably hurt.
My mom decided it was time I visited the gyno a few months back, and I was terrified. Most of my friends have trouble believing me, but I've still never masturbated because I don't like the feeling of anything near my vagina. I had no idea what to expect when I spread my legs for the first time in my gynecologist's office, and when I heard her clanking through METAL, I instantly tightened all my muscles in full panic.
It seemed she didn't even know the meaning of consent. When she found the right tool, she dove immediately inside my funhouse, and I began to scream because of the pain. I begged her to take it out, which she did not do for several agonizing seconds. I was crying, and she still had the audacity to ask if she could do the same thing with a gloved finger. I was left alone in there for an hour to de-stress myself, and my vaginal muscles refused to unclamp during that entire time. Even thinking back on it now, it still causes me to clench.
After research, I believe I have vaginismus. The exercises to "cure" it terrify me still, as they involve stretches and inserting objects. Of course this is a self-diagnosis, so who really knows what's going on down there? My friend (17) recently lost hers to a 23-year-old–her old XC assistant coach. It sounds quite messed up, but she's in all the top classes and maintains an excellent GPA, so she hasn't been "misguided" in any way.
I guess the point of this is, I'm afraid. I'm very much afraid to have sex. About a week ago, my boyfriend brought it up (he'd never force anything of course), and was wondering if it was something I'd want to try, as we've done most everything else. I backed off immediately, remembering that experience at the gyno and my inability to even handle a tampon.
I'm definitely not asexual, but I truly can't imagine anyone being pleasured by having a penis inside you. Or how a vagina can even stretch that far for that matter (considering the size of an erect penis). When I imagine sex, I think of a 120 mph iron train aiming at a mouse hole. I don't know what to do, but I don't want him to know how afraid I am.