When I was born April of 1985, there was no test, no way of treating it and very little information about what it was. All they knew was that HIV was a murderer.
And not even a silent one.
It tore down front doors, marched into America's living rooms and began to snatch its unsuspecting victims from the arms of their loved ones.
I can remember the taste of the tears that I swallowed at countless funerals as caskets shut on kids that I called my friends.
When I found out that HIV chose me I was 7 years old. The stigma associated with it led me to always give the short version of how I found myself here.
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Praises to you
I just read your story. It was amazing. You've come from a long journey. I can only imagine all the stigma you have endured. Considering today there is still so much! We all need to stay strong and live and thrive!