Mr Chloramphenicol
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- Dec 22, 2023
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I got infected in 2006 when I was 18 and just about to finish my high school, looking forward to uni the following year... My then boyfriend who was way older than me and who probably knew infected me...
I could want to blame him for this, but I had a responsibility to make sure we either get tested before we have unprotected sex... But I didn't... And it cost me big time...
I could also try to justify the circumstances that led me to make such a decision to even date and older guy... Let alone give him my virginity... Before then I had only dated guys my age and we had not gone past the stolen kisses and occasional stolen moments of intimacy... Then I met this guy... Older guy... Exactly 24 years older than I am...
He seemed so mature and loving unlike the younger boys I had dated... He was even willing to help my sister move to his country to get a job... I think that's part of the reason why I thought he was worth giving my virginity... And boy was I wrong...
We did the deed a few times.... Now that I am older and wiser there wasn't really much to it... But to an 18year old experienced girl it was everything... Soon afterwards he became distant and I had a painful breakup... No reasons why and no closure... Just him distancing himself and that was it...
5 months later my high school results were out and I had passed so I could proceed to university to study law... I remember one day walking past the hiv counseling and testing center I decided to walk in and get tested... Not that I was ill.. Far from it... I just felt compeled to and I got the shock of my life... Imagine being 18 And hiv positive!
I went to my mom's work and cried my eyes out, we both did... Thereafter we called my late sister who had already migrated to the other country after this guy had helped her... We all cried and something prepared me and I immediately accepted my fate...
I would sometimes have moments of rage... I even questioned the existance of a God who would allow something like this to happen... I felt sorry for my mom who single handedly raised us after my dad passed on when I was 5...
This totally messed up whatever relationships I had thereafter.... How do you open up and tell someone... Talk about the stigma that surrounding this virus... I wondered if I would ever get married... Have kids... Lead a normal life.. Worse still my mom could not afford my university fees so I had to set aside dreams of ever becoming a lawyer and have to move to the other country where was sister was and look for menial jobs....
I eventually met my husband in 2011 who accepted me as I was although it hasn't been easy... My husband and both my kids are hiv negative.. All thanks to the ART treatment... My viral load is undetectable... I look after myself well and if I didn't tell you you'd never know... I take my meds religiously...
In the past I have had days when my husband would rub it in my face that I am high positive and he is not... The real circumstances that led me to this virus he doesn't know... It hurt so much at first... But now not as much and he has since stopped using that to hurt me... This year I'll be 31 and living positively for 13 years... I have also decided to go back to university and get that law degree
I could want to blame him for this, but I had a responsibility to make sure we either get tested before we have unprotected sex... But I didn't... And it cost me big time...
I could also try to justify the circumstances that led me to make such a decision to even date and older guy... Let alone give him my virginity... Before then I had only dated guys my age and we had not gone past the stolen kisses and occasional stolen moments of intimacy... Then I met this guy... Older guy... Exactly 24 years older than I am...
He seemed so mature and loving unlike the younger boys I had dated... He was even willing to help my sister move to his country to get a job... I think that's part of the reason why I thought he was worth giving my virginity... And boy was I wrong...
We did the deed a few times.... Now that I am older and wiser there wasn't really much to it... But to an 18year old experienced girl it was everything... Soon afterwards he became distant and I had a painful breakup... No reasons why and no closure... Just him distancing himself and that was it...
5 months later my high school results were out and I had passed so I could proceed to university to study law... I remember one day walking past the hiv counseling and testing center I decided to walk in and get tested... Not that I was ill.. Far from it... I just felt compeled to and I got the shock of my life... Imagine being 18 And hiv positive!
I went to my mom's work and cried my eyes out, we both did... Thereafter we called my late sister who had already migrated to the other country after this guy had helped her... We all cried and something prepared me and I immediately accepted my fate...
I would sometimes have moments of rage... I even questioned the existance of a God who would allow something like this to happen... I felt sorry for my mom who single handedly raised us after my dad passed on when I was 5...
This totally messed up whatever relationships I had thereafter.... How do you open up and tell someone... Talk about the stigma that surrounding this virus... I wondered if I would ever get married... Have kids... Lead a normal life.. Worse still my mom could not afford my university fees so I had to set aside dreams of ever becoming a lawyer and have to move to the other country where was sister was and look for menial jobs....
I eventually met my husband in 2011 who accepted me as I was although it hasn't been easy... My husband and both my kids are hiv negative.. All thanks to the ART treatment... My viral load is undetectable... I look after myself well and if I didn't tell you you'd never know... I take my meds religiously...
In the past I have had days when my husband would rub it in my face that I am high positive and he is not... The real circumstances that led me to this virus he doesn't know... It hurt so much at first... But now not as much and he has since stopped using that to hurt me... This year I'll be 31 and living positively for 13 years... I have also decided to go back to university and get that law degree