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My mother was telling me earlier on about a funny incident in a programme she'd watched last night, she couldn't remember what it was but it seemed to be some real life thing that involved emergency services. The incident concerned an elderly woman who had had a fall and the ambulance came out to take her to A&E. She told one of the paramedics to be careful driving down the road as it was bumpy and might cause her to have an orgasm! She went on to admit that she'd never had one, despite having had two husbands and a boyfriend. There was some bemusement between the two paramedics that this white haired 80-ish year old woman was talking so casually about such a personal subject and obviously this was the cause of much hilarity. It certainly sounded amusing. My mum went on to say that unfortunately the woman died a few days later.
When I thought about it afterwards, I thought it was actually incredibly sad. This woman had known there was something she was missing out on - to the point that she mentioned it quite randomly to two strangers in that way that only elderly people and young children can get away with. None of the men in her life had been able to provide it, and judging by her age, she possibly wasn't aware that this was something she could do for herself. Somehow it just strikes me as being a real shame. In a way it's such a simple pleasure but she was denied it. Perhaps I'm being unfair, I don't know anything about her after all. Perhaps she had an amazing life, travelled the world, saw amazing things and ate delicious food every day. But even after all of that, she'd still never had an orgasm. It seems like somehow this puts it all into perspective in a way although I'm not sure I can articulate it very well. It feels like it doesn't matter how big and grand your life has been, there are some basic simple pleasures that we should have the opportunity to enjoy, things like sunsets, blowing bubbles, the sound of rain, the feel of sand between your toes, the smell of baking bread, and orgasms.
When I thought about it afterwards, I thought it was actually incredibly sad. This woman had known there was something she was missing out on - to the point that she mentioned it quite randomly to two strangers in that way that only elderly people and young children can get away with. None of the men in her life had been able to provide it, and judging by her age, she possibly wasn't aware that this was something she could do for herself. Somehow it just strikes me as being a real shame. In a way it's such a simple pleasure but she was denied it. Perhaps I'm being unfair, I don't know anything about her after all. Perhaps she had an amazing life, travelled the world, saw amazing things and ate delicious food every day. But even after all of that, she'd still never had an orgasm. It seems like somehow this puts it all into perspective in a way although I'm not sure I can articulate it very well. It feels like it doesn't matter how big and grand your life has been, there are some basic simple pleasures that we should have the opportunity to enjoy, things like sunsets, blowing bubbles, the sound of rain, the feel of sand between your toes, the smell of baking bread, and orgasms.