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Owning your Pleasure When You’re Hypersexual and Sex-Repulsed

For Mental Health Awareness Week, sex writer Emma Flint reflects on her difficult journey with hypersexuality and sex repulsion
by Emma Flint
10 May 2021

UPDATED: 22 Nov 2022

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 10 May 2021

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As I lay there in my post-orgasmic glow, there was little joy in what I felt. I should have felt the wave of relaxation that so often comes after climax, yet instead, I felt repulsed. A repulsion aimed at myself and my pleasure.

When you’re someone who prides themselves on being sexually open-minded, to suddenly feel the opposite isn’t just disorientating, it’s distressing. In those moments when I switched from hypersexual to sex repulsed, I felt wrong in some way.

In my head, the two couldn’t co-exist. How could I be hypersexual, and sex repulsed at the same time? They sound so mutually exclusive.

The anguish I’ve sat with for years, constantly struggling to own my sexual pleasure because of the internal conflict I felt, has been a difficult journey. It’s one that’s caused me to hesitate during intimate moments, especially those with myself.

What is hyper sexuality, and what is sex repulsion?

Arguably, the conflict comes from the popular misconceptions that both these disorders have – hypersexuality is often described as sex addiction, while sex repulsion is seen as an aversion to sex. There’s some truth in both those definitions. However, they’re too simplified to properly express the complexities of them both.

My experience of hypersexuality is a result of sexual abuse, a moment in my childhood that impacted the way I regarded any form of pleasure. For me, sex became an impulsive action that didn’t necessarily come from attraction or yearning, it was a compulsion. My need for validation through pleasure wasn’t limited to partnered sex either, it affected solo play too. In my mind, I needed to masturbate, even if I didn’t feel particularly turned on or desirable; I just needed to sate the hypersexual side of me.

Although there’s nothing wrong with masturbation for the sake of it, it can be jarring when you don’t fully understand your reasoning. The confusion then intensifies when that impulsivity coincides with a sex repulsive episode. As these two experiences simultaneously happened, it formed a vicious cycle for me, one which limited my ability to own my sexual pleasure.

Conflicting feelings

Unable to take ownership, the sex-positive circle I moved within became spaces I both loved yet dreaded. Instead of feeling a part of the conversation, I felt like I was playing the role of sex-positivity rather than actually living it.

Self-doubt grew the more people looked to me for sexual commentary. Having spent years being that friend who openly talked about sex, seemingly untroubled by notions of shame or stigma, I was expected to fill that role. Every new group I became a part of had that expectation of me, leaving me trapped playing a role I felt fraudulent in maintaining.

It wasn’t that I was untruthful about my sex-positivity, but rather that my episodes of sex repulsion created intense moments of discomfort, primarily born from where my pleasure could take me. When I lost myself to my carnal urges, any exploration of ideas I typically tried to resist made me view myself as deviant in some way. The masturbation was wonderful, as were the orgasms, but it sometimes came at the cost of sex repulsion rearing its head.

Although I’ve moved beyond those thoughts that once held me back, I know that shame surrounding sexual pleasure is all too common. Despite knowing there’s no shame in our pleasure, societal misbeliefs are hard to dismiss.

Realisation and Relaxation

My decision to take back my pleasure was a somewhat unintentional one. Staring up at the ceiling, equal parts elated and ashamed after my orgasm, I noticed how relaxed I felt. I was always relaxed afterwards, but this time I sat and felt what that relaxation did to my body. It penetrated deep into my muscles, causing me to feel less weighed down by life’s daily stressors.

At that moment, I slowly started to realise that sexual pleasure isn’t inherently sexual. For a lot of people, it is, but there are times when it’s simply a de-stressing tool. It isn’t lusting that drives us, but a longing for the release of tension that comes afterwards.

By making that connection, I was able to connect with my body beyond the sexual. All those years of believing that my body was nothing but a tool for sex, that it couldn’t have worth beyond that, was undergoing a transformation inside my mind.

Although a profound realisation, it doesn’t mean that better owning my pleasure was a quick process. It’s taken me a long time to get here, and even now I’m still discovering more about my pleasure. However, the fact that it isn’t a simple journey doesn’t detract from the freedom of sexual expression it’s given me.

Hypersexuality and sex repulsion may seem like opposites, destined to never connect, but they can often exist together.

I believe my earlier sexual experiences, during my formative years of understanding, planted a confused idea of pleasure within me. My episodic shifts from sexually ravenous to sexually despondent came from the idea that pleasure is unchanging; I’d taught myself to understand sex as a fixed experience.

But sex is such a broad spectrum. It’s a varied experience that allows us to explore our desires in different ways, even if that means we don’t engage with sex at all. Once I learned this truth, unburdened by previous misgivings, I was able to unlock the deeper potential of my pleasure. Initially, my efforts were tentative, however that potential has now become part of what I enjoy most about sex. I’m unbound.

I still have episodes of sex repulsion, but they’re not as frequent. When they do strike, I’m now better equipped to understand that they don’t alter my ability to be two things at once. I can be hypersexual, and sex-repulsed. I’m more than the limitations I’ve previously placed on myself, I’m a fluidity of emotions that create an experience uniquely my own.

The labels we place on ourselves can be liberating, but they can also hold us back. As with any definition, it’s open to change and progress, just the same as we are.