I simply didn’t want anything to remind me that I was now an amputee. Instinctively, my husband knew that the lights were going to be off, and that any touching below my knee was not going to happen. It took months before I could look in a mirror without tearing up.įinally, I felt secure enough to become intimate as an amputee. I didn’t feel attractive and any sense of sensuality seemed to have evaporated.
He loved me unconditionally and wasn’t “turned off” because I happened to be missing a foot.
I assumed that it was difficult for my husband to look at me as well, but I have since learned otherwise. After my amputation, it was difficult for me to look at my body.
