The following story is based on a complimentary comment that the renowned author Peterswiftt received for his great work "Too Late My Awakening." That critic shared in one short sentence the deep compassion for her Mother that became the inspiration of this rendition. Though total fiction, I hope I've done her justice.
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I had a very happy child hood, my Mother and I had always been extremely close and her and my Father were always known by their friends and neighbors for their deep affection for one another and when he wasn't working they were inseparable. A true love story since their marriage to one another when my Mom was barely seventeen.
When Dad died unexpectedly at the age of fifty seven, my Mother was so devastated that she came to live with my husband Steve and I, short term. That was several years ago, if you get my drift.
About four years after my Father's death, is where our story actually begins. Mom started having some real health issues: Lower tummy pain, bloating, horrible bouts with depression and violent mood swing issues to the point where we had to hospitalize her.
When all of her tests came back negative, my husband Steve and I wound up in the office of her attending physician Doctor Timothy Jason, for consultation.
"Your mother of almost sixty two years of age is quite a healthy woman." He remarked.
"Yes doctor we know. She is very active and extremely health conscious. The woman works out on a tread mill and stationary bike every morning and refuses to eat anything she considers to be unhealthy." Steve responded: "She the picture of health, so my question to you is ... Why are we here?" He asked impatiently: "Could those tests have missed something important?"
Noting that Steve was getting a little agitated over my Mom having to fork out a lot of money to cover her medical expenses that not only lead us to this meeting, but gained her no solid results as to what was actually wrong. So I waded in: "Doctor we all know that her symptoms are real. Two weeks ago she was humming and singing, smiling and laughing, now this. In your opinion what do you think is causing her sadness, her physical pain and suffering?" I inquired.
"In my professional opinion, female paroxysm." He answered with a look of confidence.
Steve was first to ask: "What is that?"
"Doctor is it bad ... I mean those test results were negative!" I blurted out before my husband could finish his questioning.
"It's a female condition no longer recognized by the medical field. Basically... To put it bluntly, your mothers condition stems from the lack of having orgasms." Doctor Jason answered and he sat there waiting for our reaction.
Steve stood and said: "Sue, I'd better wait out in the waiting room for you. This is way over my head and I don't want to hear anything else that I won't be able to un-hear."
All I could do was sit with my mouth open and stare at the doctor's face, waiting for his laugh and a cruel punch line, suspecting that this had to be some sort of a sick doctor joke.
However, to my surprise he responded: "No, sit down Steve and let me finish. If you don't believe what I'm about to tell you, feel free to Google it when you get home. Though rare these days, this condition can be quite serious."
Then he went on to explain: "This was first diagnosed before the turn of the century. It stemmed from women having sex with their husbands without achieving orgasm. You guys have either heard or read the whole Masters and Johnson thing that circulated several years ago even here in the UK. It's harder for the woman. Men back then didn't know or understand that their wives' physical, emotional and sexual needs are all basically one."
And I butted in: "Why isn't this recognized in the medical field anymore then?"
"Promiscuity would be my guess, wantonness immorality feelings in older women. You see this problem doesn't exist much anymore in younger women, single or married. For a lack of a more eloquent way to put it, they masturbate. Sue your mother is basically horny." He told me: "She hasn't had a sexual release since before the passing of your Father and the woman, though post menopausal, is very healthy and still has those needs.
Steve looked as if he understood and said: "Thank God it's nothing that serious!"
"On the contrary." Doctor Jason responded: "It's very serious and if left unattended, so to speak, her physical conditions will continue to deteriorate and could even lead to suicidal thoughts and even hysteria."
Now Doctor Jason not only had a captive audience, but I knew this was no joke and he continued: "Like I said, we don't recognize this in the medical field anymore. I told you to look it up so you know what your Mother is actually up against.
Then he went on to say: "In the old days, a doctor would simply massage or masturbate the woman's genitals until she achieved a climax. Though these conditions were treated by physicians back then for well over a hundred years, this is unheard of today for any number of reasons, including malpractice concerns and even legal issues."
Steve asked: "So what are you saying then? What do you suggest we do? We can't just let her continue to get worse."
The Doctor thought for a moment and said: "I would advise Sue to take her for a drive, explains the importance of this to her and the two of them need to go in an adult toy store and pick out a vibrator for her to purchase. Maybe if she hears that from another woman, specifically her own daughter, she will not only tend to be more receptive, hopefully, she'll agree."
"Woe, Doctor, wouldn't this be better coming from you?" I questioned trying to avoid the inevitable: "Couldn't you explain this to her from a medical stand point of view?"
"I did." He answered: "Let's just say she was less than receptive to that idea after hearing it from me. I have filled out the paperwork for her release and you can take her home, but please consider what we've talked about."
For the next two days my husband looked at my Mother differently and I even noticed him checking her out at times. Perhaps he always did, but after that consultation I really seemed to notice it more. He even went so far as to get a little too close to her in the pool and she laughed and joked and pretended to fend him off. The funny thing is, that evening when Steve and I had sex it was off the hook.
Also, the next morning my Mothers happy pool play induced mood had disappeared and she seemed crabby and even a little more distant than usual and I became frightened.
The following evening I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I heard my mother on the other side of the wall fumbling around in her vanity drawers and I knew from talking to her earlier, she was feeling really down.
I collected my thoughts, took a deep breath and walked out and confronted Steve: "I want you to consider having sex with my Mother." And his head jerked around and he stared at me in disbelief.
