Actions and consequences
Her face, wet with tears of fear and self pity, was distorted as she tried to get a grip on her emotions.
“It was not even as if we had sex all the time. Maybe a few times. Oh, I don’t know! I thought that he was OK. He looked like such a great guy. We had been friends for a long time when, you know how it is, one thing led to the next, and we had sex. It wasn’t as if we were serious about each other; it happened .” She had quietened down a little as she reflected on the course of her actions which brought this consequence. Her brown eyes suddenly welled up, tears spilling down her face. “These things are so painful! Every time I have to pass urine the open parts on the skin burns!” She covered her face with both her hands, sobbing noisily while her hair, long and shiny, fell forward and obscured the rest of her face. “Oh! What am I going to do!?” She threw her head back, clenched her teeth and punched the air with her fist. She was experiencing deep trauma, swinging from fear, to self pity, to anger.
“It is not as if I am promiscuous, you know”, she glared at me from under her forward-handing hair, as if I was her accuser. “This just sort of happened”, she said quietly, more to herself.
“Will I have this forever? Help me! How can I make sure that they will not reappear like it has been happening during the past few months? It seems like this eruption has a cycle. Just before or just after my period it usually comes back.” , she said in a controlled tone of voice. She felt a little better about the situation if she could give me clues. Just maybe there will be a magical cure and all of this nightmare will just disappear, was the unspoken hope in her eyes while she explained the clinical picture of her problem.