PSAS

Posted on January 25, 2004 in Sexuality

Jean Lund had a problem: As a sufferer of Persistant Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS), she experienced orgasms hundreds of times each day. It didn’t matter where she was: in the car, at the office, at parties, on the couch. The waves would roll over her, destroying her comfort. Her gynecologist said:

“You’re every man’s dream.”

“I wanted to punch him,” she recalled. “I’m suffering here, and he’s laughing, `Hardy-har-har.’ So I looked him in the face and said, `How would you like to walk around on the verge of orgasm every second?’ And he shut up.”

You tell him, Jean.

This article in The Boston Globe says more about the syndrome.

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And a certain IRCer needs a clue. This one said, regarding the husband of such a woman: “at least he never worries if she is faking it.”

I said that I didn’t think I’d feel very sexually secure knowing that my wife’s excitement was the result of an organic dysfunction. It would make me feel rather inferior.

But did this joker know when to quit?: “she’d be amusing at parties,” he said. “‘Oh look guys, here she blows again…get the popcorn'”.

It’s clear that this one is not a good catch.

Regardless of the nature of the problem, the sick should never be the butt of jokes. Men who think this is funny should think back to their adolescent years when their penis went on rampages that popped up at the most embarassing moments like when you gave oral reports before a class. Imagine a lifetime of that, remember the shame, feel compassion.