Okay, honestly I'm not a guy who tends to talk much about his problems. But I dunno, maybe if I try I might get a little perspective out of it.
I've been with my boyfriend for about three and a half years. We're more or less absolutely perfect. We're completely in love with each other, do almost everything together, best friends, all of that, and I feel truly and totally blessed that he came into my life and I couldn't imagine living without him. There's only one real problem which I guess you've figured out already.
When we met I was 18 and he was 24 and he told me that he suffered from a form of arthritis which affected his day to day life. This has never been a remote issue for me, and really it's nothing compared to some of the health problems I've had. Mainly his joints would get really stiff sometimes and he'd run out of energy frequently, so I'd massage him whenever he needed it and let him get plenty of rest. We'd still have good sex and all was fine.
Over the past year or so his problems elevated a lot. He hurts more often than not and sleeps for long periods of time, and gets completely drained by little things like going for a walk. He's been to the doctors many times but they've been dicking him about a lot and just give him a huge bag of painkillers that make him even more tired. Naturally this has been a blow to our sex life. We whack each other off once in a while, and have full on sex I'd estimate maybe once every three weeks to once a month, not really sure. He's been great about offering to get me off whenever I want it, but I'm the kind of lover who can only get off properly on bringing joy to the other person, like their enjoyment is dually reflected on mine. Plus now when we do try and have sex I'm terrified that I'm gonna hurt him which makes it even harder to get into. I'm quite intense and passionate in bed usually and that won't do right now.
So he's frustrated and gets really down about it sometimes, and I'm frustrated with an additional feeling of guilt because I know that the situation is worse for him than it is for me. I'm spending more time watching porn and camming (which he's always been fine with, would never do it otherwise) which can get a little boring and sometimes leaves me with a bit of shame.
Not sure why I started writing this actually, haha, I guess I just don't have anyone to talk to about it. Neither of us really have a lot of close friends besides each other.
Thanks for reading.