I recently experienced a loss of a friend after 9 years of
knowing him. The good news is that he has not passed away but the bad news is
that our relationship reached a place where it was decided he no longer wanted
be friends. I know we had a disagreement but not one that would end a
friendship. It ended by way of Facebook which is now the tool people use to end
relationships. Unlike days past where matters were discussed to resolve
conflicts or misunderstandings, it’s now a simple click of the ‘unfriend’
button and relationship is over. In this age of online friends where we can
have 2,000 friends on Facebook in truth one has only a handful of people in our
‘real’ life we can truly call friend. The loss of a friend can be hard as living
with HIV he was someone I could count on to be part of my support system. So
what does one do when a person you value enough to share your status and your
life decides to part ways? And when it comes to health how important is a
support system?
I know for
myself as a sense of pride I made the claim that it didn’t matter we were no
longer friends. Besides I can always make new ones and with my personality it
wouldn’t be that difficult. I also didn’t want to have the feeling that he
ended it and in essence won, so to counter that perception I told myself it was
mutual. In that time since our friendship ended I have met some great people
yet right away I noticed a difference in the new relationships I was forming. I
noticed that much of my interactions were guarded. I wasn’t sharing as much and
was providing only a surface look at who I was. My reasons was not that I
thought I would be hurt again but it was more of a feeling of why bother. Why make
another investment where you felt that the return was going to be null and void
after a few years. Why be an open book and have someone decided they had enough
and close the book and move on. And if a relationship can end suddenly after
nine years with no warning why go through that situation again?
Building
walls is what I started to do. It was a wall to keep and control what and who
came into my life. I think that after living with HIV for so many years you
become a master builder at building such walls as you live a life where
rejection unfortunately comes with the virus. I’m not saying that was the reason
for my previous friend ending the friendship but past rejections steels you
from being hurt once more. For me it was drawing on past relationships that
ended suddenly because of my disclosure of status or the feeling of abandonment
of family. So when it came to someone giving rejection, one find yourself falling back into the role of
placing those brick into place and making a motto to yourself formed of two
words that sounds so familiar, ‘never again”
There is a
price for such action though and I call it the cousin of rejection, its called
isolation. The truth is when you build walls although you’re protected from
others you also create a scenario where you’re behind those walls alone. Your
day to day is one of simply staying to yourself. I admit I was guilty of this.
It worked for me and I figured this way I don’t have to go through all the work
of maintaining a friendship or relationship. Isolation is a great thing at
first as you can decide where to go without negotiating with anyone. It was
handy if I decided to eat at a particular restaurant with no care how others
felt or go to an event that others may not like. You’re in that great space
where you don’t have to negotiate and coordinate times or dietary restrictions.
Yet by making friends with isolation you realize that even that comes with a
price.
The truth
is that isolation and the concept of holding yourself from others hurts not
only your spirit but also your physical being especially when it comes to HIV
status. The trickle down effect of isolation is that it has a string to
depression which as we all know can have a negative effect of your health. It’s
been shown that depression has a link to your immune system and with an
existing compromised immune system it doesn’t help matters. Also depression has
that funny way of making you revisit bad habits that you have been able to
overcome. Bad habits in the way of unhealthy/excessive eating, substance use of
drugs/alcohol and for some unhealthy sexual practices which can affect your
health long term.
Yet as
someone in my forties I have come to that conclusion that the older you are the
harder it is to make true friends. I think that‘s the wicked draw of Facebook as
in the space of being connected in truth you’re becoming disconnected to the true
social of in person interaction. True friends are again not the thousands you
have on your social media site but the ones you can knock on the door or call
and just know that they have the time for you. So what I have done is look at
the friends I have and rather than look at the absence instead look at the greatness
of those who call me friend. The loss of my previous friend has to be looked as
an action of not taking away something but giving space for others to come into
my life. Yet I know that they’ll never get in if I continue to make it
difficult for them to do so and scaling walls I’ve built will make that task
harder.
I have
allowed myself to cry and not pretend the loss of the relationship doesn’t hurt.
The sad truth is that from the day we set our feet on this earth and until our
last steps we’re going to be hurt and disappointed by others. The true
testimony is what we do with our steps while we’re here. I find comfort in the
fact that friends are here to travel with us until we come to a certain road in
our journey upon which we find others who walk with us for the other leg of our
travels. And at least I have the memories of past enjoyment so I can reflect on
what makes a true friend for those days when it seems the clouds want to take
over.
So I step
back into the game of life and not simply as a calculated way to manage my HIV
status but to recognize that life is more fulfilling when you have others to
share in that joy. For my brethren especially those with HIV who live behind
the walls you’ve created simply ask is it working for me. Am I finding the joy I
was seeking or is it a false promise? Is living in isolation creating for me a
healthy perspective of life or is it affecting my health and overall
well-being? Am I truly safe? I had to ask myself the same questions and know
that I will start dismantling my wall and to those I’ve been holding at arms length,
welcome them in. I find comfort that this is moment in my life where I’ll look
back and remember this sad instant and celebrate how I was able to walk into a
brighter light. So here we go again, walls down and arms are open, I’m ready
for love!
2 comments:
I had a similar experience with a man a couple of years ago, and frank.y, I felt betrayed. And, since then, I have been much more careful who I let into my life. I almost have an internal checklist. But I will say that I am 62, and I only met one of the closest friends in my life four years ago. CD
I've been thinking about it. When my husband was critical, the person who came and sat with me through the night was someone I met on FB.... CD
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