I am from a very religious home, my parents would always frown at every bit of shortcoming from us, as though they had expected a Jesus Christ as their children. There was no room for experiment or getting involved in any “worldly” or “sinful act”.
Despite the fact that I detested being addressed as a Pastor by my friends, which unsuccessfully made me force myself into something, I entered adulthood as an “old school”. I got married to a christian sister. She is a christian, but not as religious as me, or my parents.
Few weeks into our marriage, she accused me of not satisfying her well before I exempt myself from our love games. It sounded odd and weird to me because I never expected such conversation to exist among human beings.
It was not something funny as I had expected, not until she started making me feel like an impotent. Obviously, I was not impotent, so I gave little or no audience to her words. Then someday, shortly after we had dinner, I felt the urge to have sex. I felt it was normal, so I gave in to the urge; the kind of sex we had that day was unusual and I was not like myself, but for the sake of my wife, whom I had always wanted to satisfy, so I ignored every negative perspective of it.
Few minutes after we had sex, I was as empty as anything, I felt like I had transferred every strength in me into my wife. I explained how I was feeling to her, but she ignored, instead, she started feeding me unusually, but unfortunately, I didn’t even have the strength to eat any food.
The feeling and wild sex repeated itself the next day and the day after, and later on, aside the fact that I was feeling like a pornstar, which I hated, I was also fed up of the weakened life I was living. I wished I could tell a person or two about what I was going through, but how do I tell them that it all revolved around the sexual activities between my wife and I.
Unfortunately for me, it was when I was rushed to the hospital, that I realized that some organ or cord had been heavily affected due to the substances my wife had been injecting into my food, just to make me perform well in bed. Now, I would live the rest of my life in a wheelchair, living each day like an imbecile.
Intimate Partner Violence is real and victims should seek for help before it becomes a broader problem.