In April 2012 I wrote a piece for PositiveLite.com entitled “My Barebacking Journey”. In it I talked about how I had made the decisions not to use condoms since my college days and how this had ultimately led to my testing HIV positive in September 2011.
A year later, I thought I’d take the opportunity to sit down and put my thoughts over how things have gone over the last 12 months. Some things have changed dramatically, others haven’t changed at all. I guess in some respects life is just carrying on just the same as it always has.
Since I wrote here last, I have come out as an HIV-positive person to nearly everyone I know. Only my parents and immediate work colleagues are in the dark. I managed the “coming out” process carefully; telling a few people, gauging their response, and then telling a couple more, until the deed was done. Surprisingly, for a city of its small size, the public reaction to my condition has been overwhelmingly supportive. Not one person has reacted negatively to it, and the gossip has largely been low key. People whenever I see them, ask me how I am doing, and it has really shown me that the people I call friends really are friends, and I am honoured to have them in my life.
In November 2012, after my viral load reached a peak of 1.7 million, and my CD4 flicked a margin above the 350 threshold, I took a week off work to start my HAART medication. I was prescribed Truvada and Sustiva, with a view once the viral load was fully suppressed to move on to Atripla. In order to get a week off work in order to manage any side effects at such short notice, I decided to inform work. After careful consideration of the pros and cons of taking such a step, I decided that it was the right thing to do. I didn’t actually have to say it as it turned out – my manager asked me for a private word and turns out he had guessed it. I suppose a sexually active gay man, talking about having a medical condition which requires a lifetime of medication, kind of drops the hint – and he had put two and two together.
The reaction I got from him has been fine. No issues whatsoever, and as a result of him being informed of my condition, he has allowed me time off at short notice to attend the clinic for blood tests and regular check ups – something that would have been hard for me to do had he not been aware of the situation. What is more, he has kept it to himself, and not blabbed it to all my work colleagues, so there are no issues there either.
The question I get asked most now I have started the medication, is how is it going? What about side effects?
Well the first couple of weeks were a mixture of horror and bizarre experiences. I wanted to experiment with the drugs – to see how they would impact on my normal life. So I ate my usual meals, drank a few beers before taking them and all that jazz. The first time I took them with beer was like nothing on this earth. I had a couple of pints then popped my pills. Within half an hour, I had gone from merry to totally blotto. I said goodbye to my friends, and staggered home. What normally takes me 20 minutes, took me one hour to walk. I fell through my door, passed out on the sofa with the room spinning! It was as though I’d had twenty pints, not two. A very peculiar experience, it made for a cheap night though!
Over time I got fed up with not being able to enjoy a couple of quiet beers after a 14 hour shift at work, and it came to a head just before our works Christmas dinner. I spoke to my consultant, and he informed me that I didn’t have to take them at exactly the same time each night; if I wanted to take them immediately before I went to bed, within a four or five window period each night, that would work just as well. So this is what I did, and continue to do.
I lead life just as I always have done; the only difference is that before I go to bed, I chomp down on my HIV medication. Sure, sometimes if I’ve eaten late at night, the medication triggers some strange vivid dreams, but truth be told, I quite like them! They’re not scary, and on the whole, are very enjoyable experiences.
More importantly, the medication is working. Within 5 months of starting my treatment, my viral load has gone from through the roof, to undetectable and my CD4 is on the rebound. I feel more energetic that I have at any point since my diagnosis back in September 2011, and I know that provided I keep taking them, and they keep working, then there is nothing to worry about. HIV isn’t a death sentence any more, it is a life long chronic, but manageable condition. I think this is the most important message that we need to get out there people who are recently diagnosed, or whom are living with the virus, but not on treatment. Especially with the continued debate over treatment as prevention – something that I am a strong advocate for.

However life on HIV treatment isn’t all smooth. Over the months, I have noticed an alarming development. It would appear that I am losing my libido. I have a far lower interest in sex now, than I did before I started HIV treatment. It’s not that I have HIV, as even after my diagnosis I was still an exceptionally horny guy. I still get my moments, but when I look back to how I used to be, the libido has certainly waned since starting HIV treatment. This isn’t a universal issue though; friends of mine on treatment have found their libido actually increased. It’s clearly something that I need to continue to work through with my medical team.
So what else has the last year brought? I found myself in a relationship, something that hadn’t happened in a very long time. It was nice; we met in a bar, and things quickly moved onto more, it was during a night out together that I realised I had the dreaded disclosure to do. I plucked up the courage, and told him that I had something to tell him. As with all my friends, his reaction was great. He said that he knew the risks, he knew other people in the city who were HIV positive, and it didn’t faze him. Sadly it wasn’t to last, only a fortnight ago we broke up after three months together. He said that it wasn’t anything to do with the HIV, but as these things go, it always leaves that lingering thought in your mind. Still, such is life, we live and learn and move on.
Over the course of the year since I last wrote for PositiveLite.com, there have been moments where I wished to the high heavens that I didn’t have this condition; I would be lying if I said otherwise. On balance however, I think that it has made me a stronger person for it. It has given me a greater appreciation of my health; I take a more active role in keeping myself healthy, I’ve cut out the junk food and eat more fresh fruit and vegetables. I drink less alcohol and more water. As I am an out and proud HIV positive person, I also tackle stigma head on when I hear people talking rubbish in the circles that I socialise in. I strongly believe that it is only by being out and open about our statuses, can we eventually reduce stigma of the condition. If we sweep it under the carpet, or are ashamed of it, then stigma is allowed to grow and rear its ugly head.
That’s about it really; my thoughts of living with HIV are as they have always been. It’s something that I live with, not suffer from. My journey over the last year, of coming out as an HIV-positive person has led me to meet many other people I already knew who are also in the same position, and I take strength from them, and hopefully them from me.
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