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Madeleine McCann: Kate McCann’s Sex Drive And Osama bin Laden’s Death

by | 10th, May 2011

MADELEINE McCann: Day Three of The Sun’s serialisation of Kate McCann’s Madeleine book. And today we learn of Kate and Gerry’s sex life.

The front-page headline informs us:


But now she can? We presume so, although, as yet, details are thin.

KATE McCann today reveals her struggle to have sex and enjoy life again after daughter Madeleine was abducted on a family holiday in Portugal on May 3, 2007.

This might be the world’s first no-shag ‘n’ tell tabloid shocker.

Says Kate McCann:

After Madeleine was taken from us, my sexual desire plummeted to zero.

Yours might be waning, too:

Our sex life is not something I would normally be inclined to share and yet it is such an integral part of most marriages that it doesn’t feel right not to acknowledge this.

One must do what is right. Although how knowing about the parental sex helps the hunt for the missing child seems moot.

To those viewing the sex as just a chance for voyeurs to gawp and gossip at the peep show, Kate McCann has a word to the wise:

To those fortunate enough not to have encountered such heartache, I hope it gives an insight into just how deep the wounds go.

Maybe. Or maybe it’s just that sex sells and the Sun has slapped love making on its front page to add a new element to the story that readers have tired of?

Apart from our general state of shock and distress, and the fact that I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Madeleine, there were two continuing reasons for this, I believe.

Go on:

The first was my inability to permit myself any pleasure, whether it was reading a book or making love with my husband.

The second stemmed from the revulsion stirred up by my fear that Madeleine had suffered the worst fate we could imagine: falling into the hands of a paedophile.

Understandable stuff. Worry and stress can affect the libido.

Gerry never made me feel guilty, he never pushed me and he never got sulky.

What did he do?

In fact, sometimes he would apologise to me. Invariably, he would put a big, reassuring arm around me and tell me that he loved me and not to worry.

He never tried it on? He never sulked? He just cuddled? He is not as other men. What was the remedy?

Deep down, though, I knew there were only two solutions: bringing Madeleine back or conquering my mental block.

Well, Madeleine is still missing. So, the mental block was conquered.

She concedes:

No relationship, however strong, can emerge unscathed from what is probably the most painful and terrifying ordeal any parent could suffer. It would be a lie to claim that everything has been plain sailing.

Gerry was functioning much sooner than I was. I felt a tinge of resentment that he was managing to operate and I wasn’t; sometimes I found it almost offensive, as if somehow he wasn’t grieving enough.

But then:

On other days I would feel I was a failure for not being capable of doing as much for Madeleine as he was. It was equally difficult for Gerry. He needed my help and support and I was so consumed by my own grief that I simply couldn’t give anything.

When I finally reached the next rung of the ‘coping ladder’, I could see that my husband’s ability to drag himself up from the hell into which we’d been catapulted was a godsend.

She goes on to say that returning to the family home was comforting; how she was afraid that people would judge my children and the way I dealt with their behaviour ”; how it is heartening and comforting when shoppers come up to me in the supermarket and say, ‘How are you, Kate? We’re all behind you’” ; and how what remains is a lasting awareness of the terror she [Madeleine] would’ve felt in the disorientating moment she first opened her eyes to find herself with a stranger. I cannot imagine this will ever fade completely .”


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