Yesterday I went and had my third and final HIV/AIDS test at a local HIV/AIDS clinic in Shreveport. In June of 2010, I had unprotected sex with someone who was HIV positive—and yes, he did tell me beforehand. But I was drunk and told him that I didn’t care. As you might expect, I was severely depressed and afraid the next day—and since I didn’t know how to deal with that kind of fear, I just put it out of my mind completely and pretended like it never happened. I don’t know how I was successful at doing this… I guess I just kept myself busy. And saturated with alcohol.
A few months later, in September, I left the homosexual lifestyle and started following Jesus…. but I was not able to leave behind the fear that I had carried HIV along with me into my new life.