I see it all the time: young men sharing their HIV-positive status with the world in ways that denote shame and embarrassment. As if revealing one is poz is like saying, “I’ve got something very bad to tell you. Brace yourself … I’m …”
A modern day leper? A sinner? A dumb-ass who’s no longer disease-free? Destined to die of AIDS? No longer desirable?
I once felt all those things, until I realized: I’m even more remarkable for having survived over two decades with HIV/AIDS. With my mind, body and spirit still intact. Still believing in my dreams. How amazing is that!