2 Months Ago I Had An HIV Positive Diagnosis: This Is My Story

About 2 months ago I had an HIV positive diagnosis, and since then I’ve read and heard the story of people living with HIV and also newly infected cases, of how they suffer in silence, don’t tell their parents and friends, scared of discrimination, embarrassment, being accused of being reckless and causing disappointment. I went through the same feelings, but I seemed to have made different choices than most newly diagnosed people. I thought I share this in the hopes that it will make a difference and possibly inspire newly diagnosed people and those already living with HIV for a few years now.

I’m a business owner in my early 30s living in London it’s been 10 years. I’ve had a couple of long term relationships during this time and the last one came to an end about 8 months ago. It was a tumultuous time as we were living together then. I had to move flats, I was really busy at work and I started going out more.
I had a few sexual encounters then but always safe, save for one encounter with a person I was seeing more regularly. We both got tested for HIV a day or two after the unprotected encounter and both came out as negative, although he only informed me of his results via text. A few weeks later I developed serious flu symptoms. I already had a cough since before Christmas but suddenly I was feeling dizzy, feverish and with night sweats. I went to my doctor who suspected it was tuberculosis due to a scare we had at work a couple years ago. I didn’t know much about HIV then as it was never a subject in my social circles. I did some tests for TB and it was all negative. I took some days off work and stayed in bed and slowly things got back to normal.

A month later or so I learned through a friend that the guy I had unprotected sex with was sleeping around at the same time he was seeing me, which made me nervous. I thought about all the symptoms I had back in the day and counted 6 weeks from the day we had unprotected sex. I then went for an HIV test which came back positive. That was exactly 3 months after I had a negative test.

The shock was like nothing I had ever experienced. I felt like I was in a bad dream that I couldn’t wake up from. For those first two weeks I was in hell. I didn’t know anyone who was also HIV positive and that made me feel lonely and isolated. I called some good friends and shared the news and to my surprise one or two also revealed they had HIV for a few years now.

Those were two weeks of ups and downs. One moment I felt fine about everything, suddenly sadness would take over me and I would sob alone in my room. During that time I started reading everything I could about HIV. Once I read about what the medication does these days, about how it can clean your blood and bodily fluids of HIV, making it undetectable and the carrier non-infectious, I made a decision. I would get on meds ASAP so to avoid spreading it AND I would tell this to everyone because I felt some sort of social responsibility. More importantly it wanted to raise awareness that this doesn’t only happen to “other people”. This can happen to anyone, to our best friends, to our brothers and sisters, to our children, or even single/divorced parents. It links the stats to real people.
I told my brother about it over FaceTime who simply reacted by saying “Ah yeah, I thought that’s what you wanted to tell me because you said you had to speak privately, and I knew you had been ill in the past few months. Don’t worry mate, I had an HIV scare a couple years ago and I’ve read all about it. You’ll be fine.” I couldn’t have expected a better reaction.

I kept sharing the news with friends and the list of people with HIV started to grow. I was shocked. How could people simply not talk about it? It was like there was no need to, after all nobody seemed to have it! As I shared the news the feeling of loneliness started to lift and a sense of purpose and responsibility started to become stronger. Some friends got even closer to me, which was really comforting.

At the the end of those two weeks I was feeling better about the whole thing, still experiencing low moments and the occasional crying episode, but I was considering telling my parents once I was back home that weekend for holidays. I had my first doctor appointment then. My doctor was lovely and very knowledgeable, but I could see in her face that she was skeptical as to how well I was handling the situation, and even advised me against telling my parents while I didn’t have all the info on myself (I would only receive my first round of blood results once back from holidays). I said they would probably feel upset if I told them a year or two later, because they might have wanted to be by my side at such a difficult time. She argued maybe they would understand because I was trying to get my head around it during that time. Even my friends, both who were living with HIV and the HIV negative ones, were advising me not to tell my parents, as they probably wouldn’t understand or would only worry without being able to do much for me. I could see their arguments but in my head it was a matter of getting the support I needed and also educating people. I was on a mission. Still I had a great fear of disappointing my parents.

I went back home two days later, one day after I started my meds, two weeks after my diagnosis. I then told my parents, against everyone’s advice. When I told my mum the first thing she said, which I will never forget, was “…and you’ve been dealing with this on your own? Why didn’t you call me? I could have taken a flight to be with you!” I just couldn’t believe how loving and understanding she was being. My mum has always been a bit hysterical and a worrier, like most mums, but her own life experiences changed her and I hadn’t realised that until then. My fears of having disappointed my parents were shifting. I was feeling loved and supported. It wasn’t much different with my dad. He was clearly more upset than my mum, but he just asked lots and lots of questions as he had absolutely no knowledge of anything regarding HIV. I explained how I wouldn’t get sick ever as long as I took my meds and that my life expectancy would be normal, specially since I had such an early diagnosis. He listened to everything very calmly and once everything seemed clear to him we went back to spending time together as if nothing had changed. I had the best time with them over those two weeks.

I came back to London and continued to tell my news. By then my friends were saying I was made of strong stuff. I felt great, like I was ready to face prejudice from whichever direction it came from. I just didn’t care what people could think about me or HIV. If they didn’t know the facts then I would educate them if they weren’t too ignorant to listen.

Still I was feeling very sensitive, with my feelings just under my skin. I would get happily emotional with very little reason. Over the years I built this shell around myself for protection. I was never very emotional and in a way I was dead already. I didn’t enjoy my life as much, didn’t get too involved in social events, would find excuses not to do things. I was even neglecting my dog. I was living in apathy. My diagnosis somehow got me back in touch with myself and my feelings. I felt alive again!

I talked with all my HIV positive friends and asked them about their story. Some have told all their friends, some have told only their closest friends. None has told their parents. The fact that remained with me is that people who have dealt with this on their own or with little support took much longer to get over the fact they are HIV positive, to lift their own stigma and, more importantly, to start treatment. Treatment these days is the way to contain infection. The only way, since the battle with the condoms is a lost one.

It’s been two months now since my HIV positive diagnosis, and I can say with no doubts that, even though I went through hell in those initial two weeks, it has had a major impact in my life, but for the better. I’ve become calmer, more self-assured. I realised life is too short for us to suffer alone. It made me want to help people, be more social, discover new things about myself. Since then I have increased my circle of friends, have met some amazing new people, rediscovered my passion for music, have joined a volleyball club and am in love with my life again. Even my performance at work has improved.

I’m hoping that through this I can inspire people to stand up for themselves, talk more about HIV within their circles of friends, educate people, be them family members, friends or strangers, and start taking their meds. I know people have different backgrounds and have different relationships with their families and friends. Still, we are all made of the same stuff. We can all overcome the same situations. And we don’t need to walk the path alone. To me, being HIV positive comes with a responsibility: to protect, educate and support others. And only together, if we disclose to each other, we can make a difference and be there for each other. If everybody keeps quiet about their statuses then “nobody has it”, there’s no problem. Or is there?

Love to all.

Bruno Cerisara de Jongh