I know early on when I found out about my HV
diagnoses I had the question most may ask. Why me? Why did I have to get this
disease and have it impact my life? What did I do wrong? Was God mad at me or
was he trying to teach me a lesson? My life was supposed to have been different
and this was not the way I had planned. They say everything happens for a
reason but why was this my example and what was the reason? Wasn’t there
another way I could make an impact? In looking at these questions and trying to
find the answer I had to deconstruct my HIV and reconstruct it in so that I
could find the meaning. I had to do this and after all these years go back and
find the meaning of my HIV status.
I remember the years when I was told my
status. I was in a literal free-fall. I simply felt I no longer had a purpose.
I had stepped into the unknown and with little answers I felt I was on my own.
I was a quiet child and kept to myself. I had yet to find my voice. My
experience like almost everything at that age was still new as I had yet made
it out my teen years. I think along with the question of who was going to love
me I also asked myself how I was going to love myself.
The one thing I didn't like about my status is
that it made me passive. I was not in a place where I was looking out for my
interest but I was more concerned how others would react or feel about me being
positive. That was one of the reasons I had a hard time with disclosure as
telling someone your HIV status placed me in a passive position in waiting to
see how they would respond. Holding my breath preparing for their reaction,
leaving my fate in their hands. Like an innocent puppy I accepted this role and
when I told my truth and was rejected for it I was more angry at myself for
placing myself in a position to be rejected. I learned the word humble very
early. I learned not to disclose.
I walked with anger or rather I let the anger
of my situation control me. Many people see me as this respectable and educated
person now but they didn’t witness my dark period. It was a time when I woke up
angry for no reason. It worked for me or at least I though as it helped push
people away. That’s what I wanted. I didn’t want anyone to understand me or
join me on my journey. I didn’t want my guard down to once again place myself
in a position to be rejected. I was unaware that I was also setting myself up
for isolation and the depression that usually accompany it.
Finally finding someone I could tell my secret
to they still had no idea what I was experiencing. Many people who don’t have
HIV believe that they can read stories or articles and have a sense of how it
is to live with HIV. Honestly there’s simply no way to communicate all the
nuances of living as a positive person. It’s not just about taking a pill or
making sure to see your doctor regularly. It’s now a part of your character and
an aspect that stays tucked in the back of your mind finding little moments to
remind you it’s still with you. There are aspects of it one will never grasp as
the stories vary from person to person and there are differences in how it’s
viewed by others based on gender, race and sexuality.
There’s a saying that I can relate to. It says
how one was so down that they had to reach up to touch the bottom. I think for
me I was at a point when I was tired of touching the bottom of my life and
wanted to reclaim my full potential. The way to do that was to first get out of
the passive role and get assertive with my dealings in life. I had to stop
looking at myself as a victim and get back behind the wheels of my destiny. I
had to do something revolutionary. I had to learn how to love myself despite my
health situation.
In this place of reconstruction I had to tear
away from the people who didn’t have my best interest in mind. I had to stop
focusing on who didn’t love me and bring forward in my life those who did love
me. My construction of self-meant tearing down the wall I had placed around my
heart. I also had to destroy bridges that led me to negative behaviors and make
new bridges that placed me on a road to my purpose.
I learned to say the word no. I repeat I
learned to say the word ‘no’ especially if I found no benefit in my life and
teaching myself to say yes to opportunities that I may have thought I wasn’t
ready for. I stopped feeling guilty about placing myself first and although
there is no cure, staying healthy not for any other but my own benefit.
1 comment:
i learned after 20 yrs to say NO finally to the toxic meds
2 yrs free now form that dreadful cult they call HIV with Gallo as the high priest
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