All I heard was the roaring in my head. The counselor wanted to talk about "safe sex" and I said "Sex? That is the last thing on my mind right now". It really wasn't a shock because my boyfriend had been diagnosed a few weeks before with AIDS after getting very sick...but still, it seemed so unreal. I mean this was 1988, we were very middle class, both worked full-time jobs, we dabbled in recreational drugs but never i.v. drugs and I knew he had slept with a lot of women but never men. This was a "gay disease", wasn't it? And I was a 30-something caucasian female heterosexual....how? Why me? Life has taught me a lot along this road of having HIV.
The testimonies I read from the group inspire me alot.i will never allow myself to be weak.
Wachira we are so much stronger when we give ourselves credit for...never stop believing in yourself and do not let the past dictate your future. ❤️