(LATE POSTING, & RECENTLY EDITED FROM MY DRAFT BOX)
November 07, 2013
How many horror stories have I so far heard about siblings and moms and dads and cousins (and friends) turning their backs on a PLHIV after coming out? Stories that both make me weak (and teary-eyed) and thankful.
Thankful as I have a partner who takes care of me, unconditionally. And friends who never failed to give me a tight hug when and if I needed one.
Teary-eyed because the soft spot in me feels for these people. Here are a few captions:
1. Here’s an SMS Screenshot from a Brother to a PLHIV:
2. Here’s from the mother of the PLHIV above:
3. And what about the PLHIV up north who is not able to seek neuro-treatment as he didn’t even have enough money to pay for transportation and seek treatment. He was constantly posting about his condition (his pain, his frustrations) and well, there was a point when he said he wanted pasta for his birthday. He eventually expired and well, I am quite not sure if anyone really ran to him for help (or if anyone sent him money for pasta).
BUT IT’S NOT ALWAYS LIKE THAT
Only YOU can decide when to disclose to your family. Your counselors will never know the family dynamics that exist prior to your diagnosis and they, or anyone, cannot really say how your family will react.
SO SHOULD YOU DISCLOSE?
Only you can tell. Only you should tell. I have always stood by the question:
Right here, right now where we are standing, IS THAT REALLY YOUR PRIORITY?
Take it from there.