Thank you so much for posting this. I have felt like this all my life- for me it is an ache so bad it is physical. It's a yearning, like an itch that needs scratching, only emptier. Perhaps because of its physicality, for a while after I discovered orgasms, I thought that maybe the aching had been sexual frustration or longing. Trying to make sense, I suppose, of something that noone else talked about or made sense of. But no amount of orgasms would send the yearning away, and it's at its strongest when I'm with my family. I thought I was the only one. I thought there was something wrong with me. I tried to describe it to my previous T, but I don't think she understood. She used the image of filling it from a jug, a fountain of water pouring in. But that only addressed the hole, and not the yearning itself.