hi, found out my ex boyfriend had hiv, although we have not been together for the past two years and i tested negative five months ago, i'm still scared. still feel as though i'm experiencing symptoms. they told me i don't have it but i'm scared to get retested. really need some help.
I am 30 and been dating my hubby for 2 years and we went for a blood test his is Positive mine is negative, but we've been on an unprotected sex for 2 years,but for that 2 years his been not sperming on me, when we found out that he is positive we decided to use protection and unfortunately one day the condom burst he sperm on me for the first time. I'm scared and afraid to go and test again because I know I might be positive now maybe previously I was not infected because he was not sperming on me. Please help. Am I right or wrong.
Hi,
I am 30 about 3 years ago I married the man of my dreams. About 3 months before we got married we took a HIV test his was positive mine was negative. I loved him so we got married anyway. About a year ago he passed away not from HIV but a heart attack. He has never told his family the only person to know was me. Now he is gone and I have not been tested and am so afraid because the one person I knew who would support me is no longer here. I want to get tested but know if I get the results that I am positive that I can't live knowing and would kill myself. For the past year that he has been gone all I can do is cry and wonder if I am positive or negative. I sit and wonder why me and why did I have to lose the only person who understands and if I am positive who will be there to take care of my kids because I can't live knowing I am infected.
I had too much to drink when I was out with some friends last night. I ended up going home with a friend of a friend who I know had a thing for me which I know is a huge mistake, because I definitely found him attractive. I'm currently in a relationship with the love of my life of more than 5 and a half years and I know he worries about me when I go out, especially when he knows I'll be drinking because I get out of control. I had told him I was driving a "girlfriend" home and that I would be home shortly after that.I took this guy back to his house. I know we had sex. I know it probably wasn't protected. I did blackout a few times. I know we had unprotected sex. I even asked him when I woke up this morning but he couldn't tell me. I made an appointment this Tuesday for STD testing. Pray for me that I'm clear of everything. I've never been this scared in my life.I decided to tell my boyfriend what happened. I hope he still loves me after this and wants to work it out
My boyfriend cheated right after we had a baby & I recently found out he gave me HIV. For years I have been through one lie after another. I never left him & never did anything to get back at him. I've stayed loyal to him & I still love him. I am too scared to tell anyone about the HIV & he is not emotionally supportive (even though he is the one who cheated and gave this to me). I am at a crossroad. Even after cheating he has ignored his obligations to care for me as a woman & even after cheating he still continued to lie to me about other women. I feel completely let down. I feel so stupid to have believed all his broken promises and constant declarations that he loves me and he's going to change. I have hung in there waiting for a better tomorrow and it still has not come. He is not making the necessary changes and he is not making it his top priority to take care of me the way he should. Even this amount of destruction hasn't made him see the light and live right by me.
Greetings ladies!! My name is Shana and I have had an AIDS diagnosis for 17 years. I was infected at the tender age of 21, and now am about to turn 39. I am also a happily married wife and mother of three beautiful children, 18, 9 and 7. My children are my joy and inspiration. Like many of use here on this posting, I never thought I was at risk for HIV... I had never done drugs, dont have any tattoes, and only have my ears pierced. I was not promiscuous in highschool. I was more concerned with preventing pregnancy than worrying about STD's or HIV. The message and media back in those days portrayed that HIV ONLY happened to gay men and IV drug users in large metropolitan area of this country, not here, and I never saw a story of a hetero, non drug using woman. I simply did not think/believe I was "near" the disease, or at risk for it at all. I had my first boyfriend at age 18. We tried everything to prevent pregnancy; the pill, condoms, spermicide lube, diaphrags, sponges...but we got pregnant anyway. He left shortly after our son was born. So I enrolled in a pre-med program in University, aspiring to someday be a Doctor. There, I met my second boyfriend. I thought if you ask a guy if he "has anything," that he will tell the truth. He did not, he withheld his HIV status and I jumped into the relationship blindly believing his words and only taking the pill for pregnancy prevention. We dated just short of one year. When I broke up with him because of his drinking, he disclosed to me "you cannot leave me, not now. I have AIDS and now, so do you. I needed someone to die with and I picked you." I didn't believe him. The breakup-day turned violent and ugly and he was removed from the property via the sherrifs department. I never saw him after that ever again. A girlfriend of mine at school asked if I went and got tested. I explained I had not, that HIV does not happen to "normal people." After much prompting, I finally went, all the while thinking I was never at risk. I thought that because I felt fine, I looked fine, I did not feel sick, that everything would be ok. I tested three times, one after the other, before the news that I was HIV+ would sink in. I was 21 with a 1 yr old baby. Hardest of all, my son had to be tested too, since I had nursed him during the second relationship while I was being infected. Those were the most agonizing, cruel days of my life. Luckily he was HIV- and I vowed then and there I would deal with this disease, no matter what; my son deserved to have a mother and I began the fight of my life. I was sent to an AIDS clinic in my area and when my first CD4's were revealed, it showed that I already had dropped to 189, an AIDS diagnosis.. At first, my family disowned me. They wished to have nothing to do with me. I was an embarrasment to them. The hard part was my father was a doctor and my mother was equally an educated woman. I did not speak to them for 7 long years. I was at my sickest in those years too; lots of bronchitis, sinusitus and pneumo, ear infections, shingles, menengitis, CD4's dropped to 11!!, amazing fatigue, painful nausea, projectile diarrhea, painful vomiting, sight blinding headaches, neuropathy in my hands and feet, cervical cancer, intestinal bacterial infections, and the list goes on and on...All this while trying to raise my son. But bottom line, my truth is that the blessings outweighted my physical nightmare. My HIV community was phenominal, wonderful and embraced me with open arms. My friends all turned out to be true friends. My Doctor was amazing, funny and inspiring. And my native american community taught me to pray, offered me ceremonies, and did the diligent work of teaching me to be positive and hopefull. I leaned how to forgive the man who infected me and my parents for abandoning me. I forgave the greater society for being ignorant because I was at one point in my life too..I survived the ugly years of AIDS till HAART therapy came available. It took five combinations and two years to get my virus under control. I have been undetectable ever since, and my CD4's rose from the depths to a happy 525. I eventually met my husband and disclosing my status was easy, since I was also an activist and public speaker. He understood and accepted everything. We successfully had two beautiful daughters who are HIV- and so is he. My son turned 18 this winter, a day many people thought I might never live to see... I atest my survival to my coviction to being spiritually grounded and medically adherant and procactive. My life motto is that "Life is not about waiting for the Storm to pass, it is about learning how to Dance in the Rain." If I can do it, live through it, survive through it, grow stronger from it, heal from it....so can you. Much love and Light to you all!!
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