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.
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