I'm very stubborn, and I'd wait years. I am waiting years, actually. When my husband and I have sex, it's great, very satisfying, and it gets better all the time. But the fact is, neither of us is satisfied with our sex life. It used to be only I who was underwhelmed by the quantity of sex. Now, we both are.
My husband has a few phobias related to sex. Not fears. Not just insecurities. Phobias. The first time we kissed he got the shakes. I thought it was cute. The first time we were naked together, his entire body went pale. Not long after that I went down on him for the first time, and he had a full-blown panic attack, thought he was dying, vomited, cried, and probably would have gone home if home hadn't been in another state at the time. I didn't think this was cute. I found this alarming. However, I'd already known it was a possible outcome. Having never seen a panic attack before, it was... off-putting. I was frightened for him. I felt terribly that he wanted to be sexually expressive, but just could not be.
By this time, I was already sold on him in every other regard. He's a great guy, a good man. We laugh together all day. Most of our quirks are compatible. We're an amazing fit except for the fact that I would prefer to have sex 4+ times a week, and he is usually satisfied with 2+ times a month. However, that describes his drive now. The first years of our relationship were sexless. After a six or seven months, I began to cry myself to sleep whenever we spent the night together. I searched the web for answers, and finding almost nothing, considered breaking things off at some point during the second year when he made me leave the room if I wanted to masturbate before sleeping since he wasn't laying me. I stayed.
We began escalating our sexual contact. He could finger me, rub my clit, and enjoy hand jobs and blow jobs. I did not receive oral in return. Also, I had to be a little less loud and primal when I came. A violent orgasm out of me would send him into a panic attack. After a while, we began having anal sex. He could fuck my ass, if he wore a condom AND pulled out at climax, but vaginal sex was out of the question. He has an irrational fear of impregnating a woman. I just figured it was a lot of progress, and it would continue to improve. Slowly, (painfully slowly) it has.
These days, we do everything most other couples do. We both give and receive oral and manual pleasure, we try out lots of positions, we wear costumes, we use toys. Our sex is very normal, and not vanilla. He makes me come so hard that I spontaneously laugh and cry uncontrollably. He orgasms without panicking.
At first, the frequency, once we started, was enough for me. This is probably because I got used to zero sex, but also because I was probably an undiagnosed diabetic with the low sex drive that often goes hand in hand with the disease if left unchecked. As soon as I was getting treatment for PCOS which happened to also begin correcting my diabetes (which was still unknown at the time) my drive returned to normal. I wanted sex all day. I wanted to hump everything in my house. My husband, however, didn't want any more sex than usual.
Lately, I'm very horny, but I only have any interest in masturbation. I dread the idea of fucking my husband. In fact, I'm more interested in sex with just about anyone else, and even then, masturbation seems more appealing. It's odd to me that I would not look forward to sex with my husband. He is kind to me, considerate, manly, good-looking, and mine. Moreover, if we have sex, it will be great! I know this! So why don't I look forward to being sexual? (This is rhetorical.)
I recently experienced a low sex drive on birth control, but that's over, and my drive is back. I still just prefer to play alone. I'm growing so much, sexually, and I'm a little sad that I'm not really sharing it with him. I recently learned so much about my body, and my sexuality (probably because I'm masturbating a whole lot). I spoke to him about some of it, but I could see in his eyes that he knows I don't really want to have sex with him, and that it hurts his feelings, his sense of manhood, and that he doesn't want to share those particular feelings with me. He's hoping it will blow over, and he's being patient with me, as I was with him.
Because of all this, I have been thinking a lot about suggesting counseling with a sex therapist. But I don't know yet if I will.
Anyway, that's a lot of words, all just to say that I am apparently willing to wait four years and counting before insisting on professional help.
With regard to the other questions, I do believe sex is important enough to do something about our sexual dysfunction... eventually. I'm just not sure when eventually is. I haven't figured out what words to use when I tell him we need help. I dread confirming some of his worst fears, I worry about stirring up old hurts, and I just don't feel strong enough right now anyway. I'm far more worried about my two grandmothers becoming demented, alone in their big houses, and my health problems, and my husband's job. Our sex life is as important as these things, but given the complexity I just can't handle confronting the issues involved right now.
What else am I willing to do? I'm not sure.