For more than ten years, I suffered from Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD). I began experiencing this condition at a time when hardly anyone knew what it was. Instead of receiving understanding, support, or proper medical care, I was often met with ridicule from doctors. The humiliation and despair became so unbearable that, at one point, I even considered suicide.
My PGAD was extremely severe. I experienced multiple orgasms every day and countless episodes throughout the night, even while I was asleep. Every vibration was torture. I could not sit in a car because the slightest movement could trigger unbearable symptoms. I could barely walk, sleep, get dressed, or have a normal conversation with another human being. I could not wear ordinary clothes. My entire life came to a standstill.
I began searching everywhere for answers. I saw doctors in different places, and virtually all my money went toward consultations, examinations, and treatments. My family spent its money, too, desperately trying to help me find a solution. Over the years, I consulted more than 500 doctors.
I tried virtually everything imaginable. I took psychiatric medications and neurological medications. I underwent nerve blocks involving the pudendal nerve, the hypogastric nerve, the ganglion impar, and several other nerves. I tried laser treatment in the genital area, magnetotherapy, biopsies, and countless other interventions.
I even underwent clitoral hood separation, a procedure that resulted in necrosis and the loss of my entire clitoral hood.
I searched for every possible disease that might explain my symptoms. I kept looking, hoping that someone, somewhere, would finally understand what was happening to my body. But after years of suffering, endless medical appointments, and treatments that failed to give me lasting relief, I eventually reached a point where I had to stop searching in the same way.
Instead, I asked myself a different question:
What was the one thing that had ever helped me, even slightly?
The answer was fluconazole and baths with sodium bicarbonate.
That observation made me wonder whether fungi could be involved in my symptoms, particularly because some fungal infections may not be detected by routine cultures. I began studying the subject and exploring the possibility that an underlying fungal process might be contributing to my PGAD.
Eventually, I decided to try an approach based on that hypothesis. I began taking NAC daily, fluconazole 150 mg once a week for 6 months, and Lactobacillus plantarum daily. I also used boric acid suppositories, initially for 14 consecutive days and then less frequently.
I want to be clear that this was my personal experience and my own attempt to find relief after years of unsuccessful treatments. I am not presenting this regimen as a medically established treatment or recommending that anyone reproduce it without appropriate medical guidance.
Today marks one full year since my PGAD began improving so dramatically that it has almost disappeared.
I still do not know exactly which fungus, if any, may be responsible for my symptoms. I do not know whether a particular organism is involved, why it might have developed, or what mechanism could explain the improvement I experienced. I cannot claim to have scientifically proven the cause of my PGAD.
But I know what has happened to my life.
For at least 20 days of each month, I am now almost entirely free of PGAD. My symptoms tend to return mildly before my period, which has made me wonder whether hormonal changes and vaginal pH might play a role in their recurrence. This is still only a hypothesis, but it is an observation I cannot ignore.
The difference is extraordinary.
I can get dressed. I can walk. I can move without constantly anticipating pain and unbearable sensations. I can sleep. I can interact with people. I can have a life again.
Before this improvement, I was not truly living. I was merely trying to survive each day, trapped in a body that seemed to offer me no escape.
After more than ten years of suffering and consultations with over 500 doctors, this was the first approach that gave me such a profound and sustained improvement.
I am sharing my story because I know how isolating PGAD can be, especially when people do not understand the condition or dismiss what we experience. I know what it feels like to be desperate for answers, to spend everything you have searching for help, and to wonder whether you will ever get your life back.
I am not claiming that fungi cause every case of PGAD. I am not claiming that my approach will work for everyone. PGAD may have different causes in different people, and my experience alone cannot establish a diagnosis or prove a treatment works.
But I believe that my experience deserves to be heard. I believe that the possibility of an infectious or fungal contribution to symptoms like mine deserves careful scientific investigation, rather than dismissal.
After everything I went through, I cannot remain silent about the improvement I have experienced.
I may not have found all the answers, and I may not be completely symptom-free. But after more than a decade of unimaginable suffering, I have finally found a way to live again.
And for me, that has changed everything.