The summer I was 19. It was fall, 1989. Life was simple living in a small rural community in the eastern United States. I got into a routine. I slept during the day, worked at night. I was looking for a way out of my biological mother's house because we did not get along. For some unknown reason she demanded I go get tested for HIV. I thought it was ridiculous. I wasn't sick, I wasn't a junkie, nor was I a prostitute...all things in my mind were the only ways to get AIDS. I went for the test in late August and at that time it was a minimum of two weeks to be processed. Come September I was...
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Hi, I am 44 years old living in Colorado, and was diagnosed with HIV at the age of 19 way back in 1989. I grew up on the east coast and life was not easy or simple for me as a child. I am a survivor of several kinds of abuse, for which none of us deserve no matter the excuse given. Most of my childhood and adolescence I lived on the run, or in detention centers, foster care, or state care. Finally when I became an adult, I thought I was free!! No more chains to bind me, no more adults to lock me up because they couldn't understand my running and anger. The universe, the Gods, Fate...