Disclaimer: this post contains advice that I’ve received from people in the medical profession, including a medical resident and an MD. But I myself am NOT a doctor; my advice should be taken only as a suggestion of things to discuss with a licensed medical professional.
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So, I talked to Leia this weekend. She and I were raiding the left-behind clothes in Miranda’s closet, a floor above the rest of the family.
“Hey, can I ask you for some medical advice?” I said, petting the cat to keep my hands from wringing themselves. “I’m having a procedure done at the end of the month, and it’s kinda experimental, and I can’t find much information online about it…”
Leia isn’t all that fond of rambling, so she cut in. “What is it?”
“Botox. For… vaginismus.”
It’s kinda weird, having regaled the story of my “vaginal performance anxiety” twice in the last week or so. But talking to Leia is different from talking to Vivian, because this is Leia’s specialty. She’s currently doing rotations as a resident at a hospital, but she specialty is ob/gyn and she plans on focusing on pelvic medicine/urogynecology once she has her own practice. So female sexual dysfunction is something that, as far as I figure, doctors like her should be obligated to study and learn about. Sexual functioning is a rather important part of pelvic health, wouldn’t you think?
“I’ve only had a few patients with vaginismus,” she said, “So I don’t know that much about it. But Botox is very safe. It’s used for all sorts of medical purposes now.” She put her fingers up to her temples. “Sometimes it’s even injected into the thin muscles surrounding the skull, to help manage migraine pain.”
I didn’t know that! I was really glad to hear that Botox is being shown to have medical uses in areas other than the poorly-studied women’s health. Leia commented that it’s used for almost as many medical purposes as cosmetic ones now.
She went on to say that there are only two concerns she has about the procedure: 1. making sure that the patient is sedated or completely unconscious for it, because Botox injections are painful (as one would expect with any injection into the vaginal muscles to be!), and 2. that the doctor doing the procedure is a specialist in female pelvic medicine, not just any ol’ internal medicine doctor. Unspecialized doctors often aren’t familiar enough with the muscle differentiations between the vagina and the urethra, and may sometimes inject the urethral area instead. Specialist Doctor is already a female pelvic specialist, and has pointed out which muscles he plans on injecting. (And judging by how much the Q-tip hurt as he prodded them, I think he was picking the right ones!)
“And make sure to give the Botox time to work,” she added. “A lot of people don’t see drastic improvement right away; since it wears off in a couple months, it might take a few injections to work completely. Give it six months to a year before doing anything drastic.”
“Wait, what else do people do for it?” As far as I knew, Botox was the “last resort” for many vaginismus sufferers.
“Some people have gotten surgery to remove part of the vaginal walls,” she said. “Not just the hymenal tissue, but the actual muscle inside.” She grimaced. “Don’t ever, EVER do that!”
Ugh! Personally, I can’t imagine ever being willing to tear out my own muscle. To me, the pain of losing all that tissue, and proper pelvic functioning to go with it, wouldn’t ever be worth intercourse. (And when I mentioned this to my husband later, he agreed with me. “I’d much rather never have sex than you tear yourself up like that,” he said, twitching his hands, as he often does when viscerally grossed out.)
But to some people, I imagine, if no other treatment has worked, they will be increasingly desperate for a cure, even one with costly side effects. But personally, I can’t help but think that tearing up the vaginal walls is going to do more damage on the intercourse front than it would help. (I would imagine having a penis enter tissue that’s been cut up and scarred is always going to feel worse than intercourse with muscles that are resistant, but at least healthy!) My own advice to fellow vaginismus sufferers would be to give Botox a fair chance, if nothing else has worked. It doesn’t destroy any tissue or organs, it isn’t permanent, and the only fairly common side effects are mild incontinence. Many people don’t get side effects at all.
(Though I do need to mention, as Specialist Doctor did, that Botox can have a rare but serious side effect called Botox Syndrome, where essentially the patient gets poisoned from an overdose and will need to get antidote from the CDC. Botox Syndrome causes extreme fatigue, often to the point where the patient can’t get out of bed. So if anyone out there does plan on getting Botox in the near future, make sure to have someone watch you for a few days, or if that isn’t possible, keep your cell phone with you, with your doctor’s number programmed in.)
“Your doctor probably only told you about Botox Syndrome because he’s required to do so by law,” Leia added. “They have to give you all the information available, so you can make an informed decision.”
“Otherwise, I could sue him.”
She nodded. “But really, you should go for it. Botox is very safe. Don’t worry about it.” She paused. “…But I would add that, with most cases of vaginismus, there’s underlying psychological problems too. Have you been to see a sex therapist?”
Honestly, I haven’t, but I also haven’t felt it necessary. I’ve done enough internal examinations to know which of my neuroses are most likely to blame.
“I just ask because… I don’t mean to pry, but most patients with it have experienced some form of sexual assault.”
(Personally, I find that claim a little dubious, because less than half of the women on the Vaginismus.com forum have included sexual assault in their “Personal Stories” threads. But hey, I’ve never done a proper survey on the matter, so I guess I wouldn’t know.)
In any case, I have never been sexually assaulted, and I told her that. “No, it’s my anxiety to blame,” I said. “My brain doesn’t need a reason to develop a great fear of something.”
I also mentioned vulvodynia to her too. “My vulvodynia’s pretty moderate, and lidocaine manages it well,” I said. (This isn’t always true, but I didn’t want to regale her with any more overwrought tales of my sexual suffering.) “And I only have vestibulitis; I don’t have it over the entire vulva area. But I know some people do, and I can’t imagine how miserable that must be for them.”
Leia was silent, but nodded respectfully. Then she added, “I can do some research for you too. I’ve got access to medical journals, and I’m got a lot of free time over the next few weeks. I’ll look up any studies about Botox and see what I can find for you.”
Leia has always been a genuine doctor, one who strives to give her patients as much information as they can. Last fall, when I was struggling with fatigue and lack of mental concentration (and my PCP was of no help), she gave me lots of information about hypothyroidism, anemia and Vitamin D deficiencies, and then wrote a scathing rant against PCPs who are more concerned about running their business than caring for their patients. Perhaps she will become more jaded once she’s part of a practice, but for now she’s been a vigorous and concerned doctor for me, and has probably helped whip me into shape better than any other doctor I’ve seen. I’m hopeful she can find some interesting resources about vaginismus and Botox for me; if I find out anything that readers might find useful, I’ll pass it along.
In the meantime, I guess I’m now charging full-steam ahead towards the Botox… My appointment is scheduled for the 24th of April, so we’ll see what happens then!