Every December 1 for World AIDS Day, we pause to take stock of how far we have come and how far we need to go. But this year is different. Now there is fear and savvy, especially in the U.S. South, where we are disproportionately impacted by HIV/ AIDS in terms of those affected and likewise shortage financial resources the rest of the country enjoys. After the results from the present working referendum and all that came along with a racist, xenophobic, misogynistic candidate who ranged the most unfriendly and divisive, safarus in American political biography, the results of which have left beings with HIV afraid.
If Obamacare is depleted which is something we those with HIV/ AIDS do? Will we have the capacity to get the doses we need? What about research and funding? Prevention attempts? Will the President-Elect remain devoted to official duties to protecting us? What we do know is that when the 2016 Presidential HIV/ AIDS Questionnaire was transmitted around Secretary Clinton replied in eight pages of policy and ideas, Donald Trump did not answer questionnaire at all.
As a proud African American woman who is living with AIDS, on this World AIDS day I want to tell my fib. Perhaps this is the way our President elect can see the real life impact of his future actions.
I am 55 years old and appreciative to be alive and I want to share with you all a little about “peoples lives”. At the age of twelve, I lost the one person who intended a great deal to me: my Dad. He committed suicide and that was one of the most horrible parts in “peoples lives”. My oldest brother, eleven years old at the time, felt the same suffering. Statements cannot explain how affected “wed been”, but that was the opening up of a life of commotion. At fourteen, I felt as if I was alone. I had no one to comfort me as a lament child and no one to talk to about how I was feeling. My mom was there, but the link wasnt. Having a stranger living in our home, who was my mothers ex-boyfriend, didnt promotion either. He was the man who would come out of the shower and listen at my opening each night. He would try to embarrass me in front of my friends. But, as a child, I didnt is a well known fact life. I didnt know about the street, because I grew up in the suburbs but I learned soon to avoid of going back home. Years gone by and I coped with the consequences of the my painful teenaged times. I wanted to build a family, something I could be proud of and hold on to. As I sought ties-in, I soon procured a person who are able to give me what I recollected I needed. Regrettably, after a number of years I left my husband and tragically he and members of their families preserved my children away from me. They tried to keep me from having any contact and had considered that as a young baby, I wouldnt fight. But I did. It was a battle, but the evaluate finally “ve been given” permanent detention of my daughters.
Years eventually, I was abused in my own home, which devastated me for years. I soon turned to boozing beer and smoking cigarettes, and ten years later, I was date raped. After a hysterectomy my life changed drastically. I cried because of the ache and wailed out to God for an answer. I felt his words whispering to me, You are going to be okay, you are going to be alright. I instantly began writing songs and during this time, I started feeling ill. I went to physicians – appointments after appointment – and finally one doctor exposed what I didnt think was possible considering I had been celibate for 10 years. The physician have said that I have symptoms like HIV. I immediately said No I dont. Theres no way. I am celibate and have been for TEN years.
The following week came and my physician confirmed that I was HIV positive. I was devastated and knew a minister I was involved with gave it to me. I wasnt sexually active with anyone else, but the minister. This was 17 years ago, and at that time, I repudiated medical notice and was gradually dying. In 2013, I was diagnosed with full blown AIDS, dementia and serious depression.
To all affected with HIV/ AIDS out there: Keep your head high and not low-grade. We cannot stall or lose soil, especially in the South.
To live through these experiences was a miracle. Medical doctors told my daughters to prepare for my funeral. But I didnt die. I am health, alive and glad. I am consecrated! I had the courage to write a volume and I am now have a ministry. Dont Die Stay Alive Ministries ( Where suffer centers are mended through the arts ) The mission is to get these playing in religions and Conferences. The designation of one of my play-acts is STIGMATIZED I likewise started writing screenplays and situated third in the LA International Screenwriting contest. I have written a childrens notebook that speaks and teach about social issues. This will be a series of books. The first one is, Dont Burst My Bubble( Meet the Kastle Hill Gang) The Kastle Hill Gang are six multicultural teens who school positive social issues. I write poetry and after my illness begin to write Gospel carols. My poem is mending verse that I wrote before I found out that I was HIV positive and a book, three movies that I wrote that was on Netflix and I was still pathetic. I fantasized I was going to die, but today I am greater and I write more. I am a motivational orator. I speak in religions and conferences. The most recent blessing was being included in the POZ 100( www.pozmagazine.com/ poz1 00 ). That is such an honor and has inspired me to imagine great things are in store for me. I am praying to one day start my own publishing companionship. My viral loading is zero from half a million and CD4 led from 20 to 320. I am a survivor! And I am fantastically thankful. I would like to show people that one can live a productive life with this illness. I am living proof.
After severe feeling and tons of regiman the depression faded. Likewise, my two oldest daughters took great care of me. My house was my support system through all of this. Since my diagnosis in 2010 I am now undetectable. I miss girls just knowing that we fall sometimes, but we can get right back up. Living with HIV was not in my a blueprint for myself, but from this experience, I want to inform girls all over the world that we can live “peoples lives” as best as we are going to be able. Too, it is important to protect ourselves and our partners. Beings are afraid because of the absence of acquaintance. So, to all affected with HIVAIDS out there: Stop your leader high and not low-grade. I came to a better place because of the support of my family and friends. I began to volunteer for a couple of HIV/ AIDS administration. Plus, my writing was and is very therapeutic. The regiman that I received for the severe depression facilitated me mentally. These things facilitated me to come to a better place and a different way of thinking when it comes to this disease. One lies in the fact that I speculated I was going to die. Not genuine at all. Every era I take care myself and those around me. And I will wait and watch to view what comes next, but know that I will face it all with community and fortitude. It is all we can do in the third largest decade of this epidemic and we cannot stop or lose floor, especially in the South.