I remember when I was depressed and DH approached me about it. It was part of the whole, "I'm worried about you and you don't seem to enjoy things anymore, even sex talk." He mentioned it and let me respond. I remember telling him I was depressed, and it was hard to be motivated to have sex. We had just moved across the country away from family and I was struggling. We talked about if it was better for me to hae sex with him even if I wasn't in the mood, or if he only wanted it when I could be entheusiastic.
We came to the compromise that I wouldn't turn him down if he didn't ask more than a few nights a week, and I would especially try not to turn him down two nights in a row. And he wouldn't get upset if I wasn't a hellcat in bed because I was dealing with a real problem. Even after I started meds, it was a struggle because they killed my libido. Eventually though, the more we had sex, the more I wanted to have sex. Now, 13 years later, my drive is way higher than his.
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