Ostracized

I don’t want nobody going in my medicine cabinet. They might find my Triumeq in there. They’d say, “What’s this bottle?” or worse Google it. I would say to myself, “Oh no, they looked in my cabinet.”

I took a picture of disinfectant because people think that you’re dirty and “this is the dirty people disease.”

Some people treat you like, “I can’t touch you.” Or they have to put on gloves.

I had never been sick before I was diagnosed.

I went to the health department and was put in a room with the door cracked. The lady was loud and asked me a lot of questions like, “Have you ever been to jail?”, Who all have you had sex with? You been having sex with children? I was thinking… “I am not saying nothing to this lady, she is really scaring the daylights out of me. I thought to myself, people don’t want to come back here once they hear someone talking to them like that.”

People [with HIV] will say, “I’ll stay away and just go and die.”

My church has a sign that says, “Love, without limits” or something like that. I’m like, “What a lie. They don’t even let us come to that church and speak.”

People don’t see what’s inside of you.

They’ve got to love what’s inside you, not just what they see.

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