I decided to share my story. It is not very different from the rest, but, well, I think it's important to say to those who will not read the other stories. I 29 years old and for two months and twenty five days I found that I have HIV. I had a sex life somewhat whooping and I did not bother to look after me with ... some people think that being drunk often _ajudou-me_ to reach the condition in which I live today. But in the end, no alcohol and no one to blame, there is nothing more nor anyone else but you.
Many years ago I was not an HIV test for fear ... lack of courage ... but one fine day I decided to go take the test.
Not to be sick or have any symptoms. I was in perfect health.
I knew I could be positive, but I was pretty confident that it would be negative, since it had a boyfriend for more than a year ago, with whom I had never used condoms and all was well. He recently had a test for other reasons and that everything had gone all too well either. That's what gave me more security, despite the fact I was not with him anymore ...
The day I got the result I was told that they repeated the test because he had tested positive.
I think, like everyone else, at that moment, I felt that my life came down. Everything I had planned for me collapsed and, despite having many friends, I felt alone. No, I did not say a word to anyone other than my mother, my ex-partner and a good friend.
For all those who are starting with this sad problem, I can only say that time makes all the dust settles and everything settles. The time will help you to understand and assimilate this condition, the weather is like the spear of Alexander the Great: It hurts, it heals. Nearly three months later, I can say I'm calmer. My life has changed a lot. I'm already in treatment.
Life must continue because we only have two options or sat and waited for death to come, in which case it can come quickly or move on with life, fighting for her in every way imaginable and go on.
A hug Panama.
reviewed by Mara Macedo
Translation note: In the work of Machado de Assis, I do not remember which of the titles of the famous trilogy consisting of The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas, Quincas Borba and Dom Casmurro, Machado uses the same figure of speech that I used me, although he has used much more effectively and property ...
In the narrative he cites a legend that tells the story of Alexander the Great in the heat of battle, he injured one of his men. Grieved, he desapeou from his horse, looked at the spear and said, "You hurt, you will heal!" And he touched the wound with the spear and, according to legend, the wound closed. Machado de Assis goes on to say: "Time is like the Lance Alexander. It hurts. It heals. If you have not read, read three, it is worth and teaches a lot about humanity, humanism and on "humanitas." To the victor, the potatoes!
Gave me poetic license (it's the first time I do it in 12 months of translation) because I felt that would not hurt the meaning of the text and put this explanation to fully understanding the content.