You ever met somebody who had ALL the STDs?
Welp, that would be me.
Well, maybe not all of them.
But I have enough.
So you know about the HIV.
Blah blah blah.
But I wasn't so pressed to tell you about the Herpes part.
HS fucking V.
I feel disgusting even writing it.
But I have that one too.
The genital kind.
The one that makes you break out.
Matter of fact.
That's how I knew something wasn't right.
It was burning when I peed.
And HIV didn't feel like that.
This one is different.
It can make sex very uncomfortable.
And you gotta keep a prescription of Valtrex on deck for it.
I heard a lot of other people have it too.
Matter of fact, the internet says that it is very common.
So I know I'm not alone in this.
But for me, there is a shame that exists in this space.
And I don't like it.
While I won't disclose who I got that one from.
He knows what he did.
And what's unfair about the situation is that I told him about my virus.
I gave him literature to read up on.
I offered him the opportunity to visit the doctors with me.
But none of that mattered.
No amount of transparency on my part made him respect me enough to do the same.
And now here I am sitting here looking dumb.
Cus I knew better.
I knew fucking better.
Tip: Even when we know better we still do dumb shit.
Do you know how hard it is to tell somebody you got HIV AND Herpes?
I joke all the time and say,
I done got all these permanent things from sex:
And a baby.
Now, that's some bullshit.
What not to do: Don't stress yourself out too much.
Be done stressed yourself into a whole outbreak.
And them jawns hurt.
But thank God you can pop a pill twice a day for five days to get rid of it.
Or however it goes.
And then [kinda] forget about it.
+ Ci Ci +
This blog was originally posted on Healing is Voluntary.
I love the naked truth you give. #myshero with a Philly accent! Lol!
A little note though... Shame is a lie made to keep you trapped. It only exists when you beat yourself down over the lesson.
Put it down and don't pick it back up.
Joy to you Sis! Love you.