Being exposed to HIV/AIDS was the most frightening experience of my life and I could only blame myself.
I knew the person I wanted to date was in recovery and he told me that he was exposed to HIV but showed me that his latest test status was “undetectable”.
Undetectable means that there are fewer copies of the virus in your blood than the test can measure. It does not mean that you have been cured of HIV. The virus is still in your body.
I was in denial because I wanted to believe that he was okay. I continued the relationship and used protection. When my friends tried to warn me that he was HIV positive, I told them that I knew and we were being cautious.
This was defective thinking on my part because I had convinced myself that I could not get the virus if I was always careful. We dated for about two and half years and broke up. I was wounded when he got married so soon after we split and asked him if he informed his wife that he was HIV positive. He denied that he was positive and brushed off my question like it was not my right to even ask it.
During the time we were together and even after we broke up, every six months I went back to get tested, after six years I was told by my personal doctor that I could stop getting tested because I never had a positive test result. Continue Reading
When I hear the statistics about African-Americans and HIV, I often think about my very close friend Beverly. Beverly was not only misdignosed with AIDEs but ended up dying at age 33 from a reaction from all of those medications she was being treated with for having AIDS.With her it was not related with s*x but with a blood transfusion received during an operation.
This leaves me always wondering why do I not hear about things like this when these statictics are reported about us and this disease????!!!!?
Thursday, April 10th 2014 at 6:47PM
ROBINSON IRMA
