When I was 27 years old I became pregnant with my daughter. After my first prenatal visit, I found out I was HIV positive. At the time I really didn't know anything about HIV. There were a few things I thought I knew; like I was going to die at a young age. Immediately I thought of how I could give this horrible virus to my unborn baby. I thought of my fiancé standing out in the hallway. I thought, If I did have this baby I wouldn't live long enough to raise it. I finally have everything I've always wanted, and then I was given this death sentence. I immediately stigmatized myself, recounting any and everyone I had ever slept with. This was my fault, I did this to myself. I'm dirty, broken, and no good. These are all the things that ran through my head in those first few minutes.
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