Good Monday Ladies and Jellyspoons,

This Saturday was August 4th,  which is happens to be exactly one year since I was diagnosed HIV positive. I hadn’t even noticed until fairly late in the day – and after several wines I was in no fit state to be writing a blog post…

I can’t believe how quickly one year has flow by. To say it’s been a whirlwind is to put it mildly. In the last twelve months I’ve been diagnosed HIV positive, had two relationships, moved house, started this website & blog, become a writer for Attitude Magazine, spoken on national BBC Radio, been invited to speak at conferences/events, moved house, marched in pride parades, fund-raised for the THT WalkForLife, and most recently become  had my viral load become “undetectable”.

There are lots of people I’d really like to than. I don’t want to try and list everyone because I’d hate to leave someone out and offend them, but here are a few stars:

  • Garry at THT, who helps run who’s been amazing to chat to, to walk with at WalkForLife and invited to lots of other events etc.
  • My doctors and nurses at the HIV clinic in the New Queen Elizabeth Hospital Birmingham, for always having a smile on their faces and knowing exactly how to help.
  • My friends, they’ve consistently been there for me throughout. Both my existing friends and the new ones I’ve made up and down the country. There is no such thing as too many hugs.
  • You. My readers. For following me on Twitter, for reading my ramblings on here and in Attitude Magazine, for commenting, emailing and letting me know I’m not alone, or that my words have helped. You make it all worthwhile. Thank you.

I know it’s an odd anniversary to celebrate, celebrate is the wrong word really – acknowledge is probably more appropriate, but I think it’s an important one. So that was year one, here’s to year two and many many more. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go google Tom Daley…

Lots of love,



  1. Well Happy Anniversary…I think it is a good thing to stop and think about it all from time to time….after 18 years I still remember the evening in the hospital when the news was delivered to me. It was a long and troubled night that followed. Especially as, in ‘those’ days it was still effectively a death sentence. I don’t think about it on a daily basis any longer (apart from to remember to take my medication), but I do still stop and think on May 9th. You will have many many many many more years to reflect young man and I wish every one is happy for you. Keep up the good work.
    ps – I’ve been known to google TD too!..:-)


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