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My story is simple and ordinary. I was contaminated by my ex-husband eight years ago. I'm asymptomatic and only discovered the virus on 1999.
The separation happened in 1992.
I Create No More Bonds. Finding out that I am HIV positive has connected us forever!
Since then, I have never seen him again, even though we have had no children.
I knew he'd been circling me around 1994, but, I guess, he did not dare to get close. I believe that was when you discovered your seropositivity.
Later, I got an indirect message from a friend who met him casually on the street so I could make a HIV test.
I wish he had told me before, because then I might be treating me for the longest time.
I work in the area of education and, about three years ago, I decided to write a book on AIDS prevention, aimed at children in pre-school age; playful, simple and childlike language.
Always putting me in the position of HIV carrier. Thought: I am HIV positive! I didn't know, but it was!
I researched, read, studied a lot on the subject and wrote the story always thinking I am HIV positive, it was just a mental exercise… .. I was already and didn't know....
I took the greatest care in terms of writing so as not to leave any kind of “misinterpretation”, an idea of prejudice or discrimination, always valuing solidarity and citizenship. The book was pedagogically revised and approved, and at that time, I had a simple surgery. That was when they discovered my serology, irony of fate.
My work had appeared in my life to prepare me for my own reality as the person I am HIV positive!
It seems that my work had appeared in my life to prepare me for my own reality.
After my separation, my sexual relations were always safe.
But - wow! - how hard it is!
I recently met a negative guy… and boooom!
Immediate passion, and I knew: I knew one way or another that it would be time to tell that I'm HIV positive.
An immediate passion, a madness, a crazy desire to see, to be together, to touch, to listen, to all these things.
The relationship got hotter until "it was time to tell".
My world collapsed again when I discovered how the virus. It was my first love after HIV.
At the time, he agreed, said there was no problem, and all that bullshit, but with the passage of days, the distance between us was becoming more, not until we talked more.
Damn feeling of rejection.
And I'm here, live, thank God, a year after the discovery, living the best I can. Asymptomatic, I strictly maintain my treatment and work very hard to implement projects that I have started, some pedagogical, others of 55l.
Trying to get me in time
No matter how much I choose, I can not situate the facts accurately, in time and space.
I remember that in 2003, maybe 2004 I was on a business day in Santos and wanted to tease with her.
Well, I put on a pair of shorts, I was in Santos, a well-known city on the coast of the City of São Paulo.
I just wanted to tease her.
A idea was simple, it was just that:
- “While you're there, working, do you hear this sea? Yeah, I'm on the beach ”. Just by wave, then I would start talking to her, like good friends that this text allowed ...
And her brother answered, with bad news.
We went back to Sao Paulo and the idea was for me to go back to see her, but I was still the lake monster and I couldn't handle it and when I had enough strength to go see her, I called her brother and, unfortunately she was gone.
Medical Error Unacceptable In This Outrageous Dimension
Anyway, from what I still remember, maybe she didn't like me seeing her like this.
What scares me is that I saw that she was with “vision doubled almost a year ago and, God knows how, she traveled, guiding, to speak to a doctor, a damn fool who in front of such a picture, did not remember….
Why didn't he ask a damn MRI?
What killed her was a non-Hodkins lymphoma