Three days ago I started a petition to the secretary of state for education asking him to place the subject of HIV/AIDS on the sex education curriculum within UK secondary schools. Here’s why…
One year on from my initial HIV infection I look back at the past twelve months, how did I get here? What have I learnt?
Would you eat the food I serve you? Use the food knife I just put down on the counter? Hire someone with chronic illness like HIV?
When Charles Dickens wrote: ‘It was the best of times, It was the worst of times’, I figure, he may have had a very similar experience to mine this year.
Until recently, I have believed that my HIV treatment had been quite kind and lenient towards me, experiencing minimal or no adverse side effects. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Would you be comfortable telling people you know, that you were sleeping with someone who had HIV? How many would regard me as their ‘dirty little secret’?
Would you want to know if a fellow classmate or someone you sat next to on the bus were HIV positive? Would it matter?
After a week of taking my tablet at the same time every day, on an empty stomach – as prescribed before I go to sleep, I think it is now fair to say I am one of the lucky ones.