Fortunately when I've had it I've been in relationships, and the men were incredibly flattered. I think women might be able to cope with it through fantasy better than men. The worst thing for me was having to "sort myself out" several times a day, sometimes to the point where it hurt to pee. I was very embarassed by it, and used to hide in the bathroom a lot. Perhaps it's my Catholic upbringing, but I didn't have affairs, just obsessed about sex a lot, dreamt about it a lot, and was very demanding to my partner at the time. A couple of times I thought I was going to blow up or go mad if I didn't get enough. I was frightened to go out, because I thought I might throw myself at strangers. At it's worst I'd have to sort myself out between five and over ten times a day. I'm not going into details about how I did this, I'm still ashamed.

But it does pass. I can't tell you how long this would last though, I always remember the only thing prozac did for me that was beneficial was that it stopped my sex drive. You've no idea the sense of relief that gave me. OK, I also went manic and hyper in other ways, but at least I wasn't a sex junky.