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Dating with Depression and HIV

Hmm.

I’ve made no secret of the fact I suffer from depression. In fact I’ve been diagnosed with ‘Severe Clinical Depression’ on 3 separate occasions now, for which I was medicated. This tends to happen sporadically, in between I’m mostly sound as a pound – but now and then I get little dips.

The last week or so has been one of these dips. To start with I tried to chalk it up as January Blues but after a few days I realised it was more than that.

I can identify the signs right from the beginning:

  • Lack of energy
  • Inability to get out of bed in the morning
  • No desire to go and do things
  • Becoming withdrawn and quiet
  • Feeling lonely

A few years ago I’d knuckle down, get stuck into some big project at work and then come home and cuddle up with the husband to worm my way out of the depression. I don’t really have that option any more. My job is neither interesting nor involved enough to bury myself in, and my luck in love has been beyond awful for the last few years.

I actually started writing this article 30 minutes ago, with the idea of writing how I’ve been working hard not to show my depression to the guy I’ve been dating, as he’s been so sweet and understanding with regards to the whole HIV issue. But only 10 minutes ago I got a text message saying he was breaking up with me because he couldn’t handle the strain on him of dating someone who was HIV+. So I’m kind of lost now.

I just want someone to cuddle up with on the cold nights, chat to about my worries and how I’m feeling. It’s not easy being HIV+, it’s doubly not easy being HIV+ and suffering from depression. I can’t see this cloud clearing in the next week now. Sigh.

Sorry for the miserable blog but sometimes I just need to vent, and seeing as it’s just me here you lot get the raw end of the deal.

An appropriate clip from Sex & The City…

Sam
UKPositiveLad

I wish I could take a break from HIV

When I started this blog I always said that it’d be used to record the ups and the downs of my life with HIV, recently it’s mostly been down.

It’s almost a year now since I was diagnosed as HIV+, August 2011 in fact, and after the initial shock and crap I endured with relationships etc things floated back up to a happy median.

Lately however things seem to be dragging me back down again though. It’s no one thing, but instead lots of things all coming together that have made me feel like this. I’m becoming increasingly ever unhappy in my current job – it’s only part time, it doesn’t pay very well and I find it boring beyond words. My social life seems to have collapsed like a soufflé in a cupboard and I’m painfully fed up being single.

I’m supposed to be moving house in the not too distant future, my own place in the city centre, away from my parents. On paper it seems like a great idea doesn’t it? But I’m finding myself questioning how wise a move it is when I can barely afford it and there’ll be no social benefit. Then again I can’t carry on living back at my parents can I? I’ve been there over a year and we’re at each others’ throats the whole time.

On top of all this I’m currently hating the fact that I’m HIV positive. I’ve been knocked back a couple of times because of it lately, and last night someone I barely know told me that they knew my HIV status because they’d heard it from someone else. Tomorrow I’ve got an appointment at the HIV clinic to go have bloods taken and a medication review, I can’t think of anything worse – I just want to bury my head in the sand (well, mud at the moment) and forget all about it.

But I know I can’t. Whether I like it or not I am HIV positive. For the rest of my life I’m going to have to deal with: regular visits to the hospital to have 8 vials of blood taken, rejection and being the subject of gossip. I find myself crying each night before I sleep. I really wish I could just take a break from it, even for a few months but that’s not going to happen.

There’s not a lot I can do about it, I guess I just need to man up and deal with everything. Make some changes. Maybe look at moving back to London. Who knows.

Thank you for reading, I hope it hasn’t been too depressing for you.

Over and out.

Sam
UKPositiveLad

Attitudes to dating and HIV

Good day to you fine men and women of the internets,

If you follow my blogs and tweets you may recall that last week I ran a interactive poll on my website asking whether you could date someone with a HIV status that was different to yours (i.e. if you’re HIV- could you date someone who was HIV+ and vice versa). Over 600 of you (628 to be precise) took part in the poll and here are the results and my musings there on.

Out of the 429 HIV negative people who voted 51% (232 votes) said that they could not date someone who was HIV positive, as opposed to 49% (227 votes) who said that they could. From the 169 HIV positive people who voted 26% (44 votes) opted to say that they could not date someone who was HIV negative, and 74% (125 votes) said that they could.

Let’s look at the HIV negative voters first. That’s quite an astonishing split, pretty much down the line 50/50. I don’t know about you but I find that more than a little disheartening. What that means to me personally is, if I approach someone I like I’ve got a 50% chance of being rejected based purely on something in my blood. That hardly seems fair. This I assume is based on people’s fear of contracting HIV from their prospective partners, but if said partner is on treatment and condoms are used the risk of infection is infinitesimal. To those people I’d recommend they do some reading (sites such as HIVaware.org.uk are very useful) and gain a decent understanding of the risks.

The majority of the HIV positive voters on the other hand, three quarters essentially, stated that they could date someone who was HIV negative, but a quarter said that they could not. Again, I guess this is people who are worried that they would pass on HIV to their HIV negative partner. As above, with treatment and precautions this risk can effectively be negated. It’s hard enough to find a decent partner in this life without limiting yourself to a pool of approx 100,000 people in the UK (0.16%) out of a population of 62,000,000.

I won’t deny that I’ve often thought it’d be easier to date someone HIV+, but with such a small selection of guys to choose from – especially in rural areas like mine, it seems somewhat self defeating. With treatments for HIV rapidly evolving a person diagnosed HIV+ today can expect a normal life expectancy and who knows what new medical breakthroughs are around the corner? So I ask you this, no matter what your HIV status, base your decision on whether to date someone or not on them as a person, not on what’s in their blood.

Have a wonderful Wednesday,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

Does HIV status matter when dating someone?

This is just a quick poll, in two parts, to help me with a new post I’m writing.

If you could please fill in the appropriate poll honestly I would really appreciate it. All responses are anonymous.

Thank you in advance,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

 

If you're HIV NEGATIVE, would you have a problem dating someone who was HIV positive?

  • Yes, I couldn't date someone who was HIV positive (51%, 232 Votes)
  • No, their HIV status doesn't matter to me. (49%, 227 Votes)

Total Voters: 459

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If you're HIV POSITIVE, would you have a problem dating someone who was HIV negative?

  • No, their HIV status doesn't matter to me. (74%, 125 Votes)
  • Yes, I couldn't date someone who was HIV negative. (26%, 44 Votes)

Total Voters: 169

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The Disclosure Rollercoaster

Two blog posts in one week? I know, I’m spoiling you, but read on…

Possibly the single biggest issue for me about being HIV+ isn’t my health, the medication etc, it’s actually the rejection that you can face when you tell someone your status.

One of the first people I ever disclosed my status to was a holiday romance. We’d been hanging out for a couple of days, drinking, swimming, holding hands etc, all very romantic. One afternoon I got a text asking me to spend the night with him at his hotel, I thought it only fair that I tell him my (fairly recently found) HIV status. That was one of the most difficult texts I ever had to send not just from my nervous clammy hands or the heart beating in my mouth.

He replied shortly saying that he was “OK with it”, but at the same time said that we’d have to postpone the night at the hotel because of plans with his friends. That was the last time we ever had a proper conversation. I tried chatting to him a couple of times after that, mostly he just ignored my calls/texts – the final time he answered but pretended to be someone else. I’d been well and truly rejected. Gutted.

Since that day I’ve had a policy of telling people I plan to sleep with/date as soon as possible. If someone messages me on Gaydar/Grindr asking for a fuck I have no problem saying right up front “By the way, I’m HIV+. I hope that’s not an issue?”. But as I found out last night it’s still pretty nerve-wracking telling someone you have feelings for.

Last night I agreed to go on a date with someone I’ve been talking to for a while. He’s very handsome, totally buff and a bit shorter than me. Amazing. Then it dawned on me that I was going to have to tell him. I decided to do it then and there, seeing as we were already chatting.

I said “In the spirit of openness and honesty I need to share something with you. Plus it saves us both heartache if it’s something you feel you can’t handle. Please be honest with me either way. I’m HIV positive”. Cue a ridiculously long wait. Why wasn’t he replying? Was it too much? Fuck, fuckity fuck.

He *eventually* replied “Hey, don’t stress about it. My ex had it, and we were together five years”. Overjoyed. He was absolutely fine with it and thanked me for being so honest. We’ve even planned our date for this Monday night coming.

Disclosing your status isn’t an easy thing to do, no matter how readily we might do it. All that we ask is that the people we tell are honest with us. If you’re uncomfortable being with someone that’s HIV+ then tell us (nicely!), we’d much rather that than being lied to – then ignored.

 

Yours Hopefully,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

My Grindr Experiment

In my previous post I talked about my use of technology to aid my quest for love. Dating technology has evolved over time; from dating agencies and singles ads in newspapers, onto phone chat lines, texting services and onto dating/hook-up websites (such as gaydar, fitlads, manhunt etc). The latest technology to be adopted for this purpose is the smartphone – there are countless apps promising to help you find love, make friends or just get a little action.

The most popular one of these (amongst the gay community at least) is Grindr. For those of you who are unfamilar with Grindr – you create a profile with your stats, add a photograph and a short welcome message and in return Grindr shows you other guys logged in near your location by use of GPS. You can message the guys, swap pictures etc. All very cool. I’ve been on Grindr since it was launched. I’ve always been at the cutting edge, trying new apps and gadgets as soon as they come out. My profile has remained largely the same, my age has changed with the years and my photograph has been updated a few times.

I started wondering last weekend (25th Feb 2012) what kind of responses someone would get if their profile said that they were HIV+. So I created myself a second profile on Grindr, almost identical to mine in (but different enough to look like a different person), still looking for “Friends, fun and dates” – but this time I mentioned my HIV status in the profile text.

Over the course of the week (25 Feb – 03 Mar) my existing profile received messages from 74 users. On the other hand my (almost identical) profile that mentions my HIV status had 11 people message it. Four of those eleven messaged purely to ask me questions about HIV and one felt it necessary to send me foul mouthed abuse for seemingly no reason. Which leaves me with six people actually showing an interest in me.

Let’s look at that for a second shall we? That’s a 92% reduction in interest purely by mentioning my HIV status. It was this realisation that led to a few miserable tweets on Saturday night, sorry if you had to put up with those. I thought we were really making progress. The more things change eh?

Best,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

I have HIV, I’m not “dirty”…

Like a lot of single people of my generation, especially gay men, I use the Internet to meet other single people for dates. It fits in well with my busy life. A message here, a chat there, and once in a while it’ll turn into a drink or a meal.

There’s a dizzying array of jargon out there in the online dating world: GWM, GAM, GSOH, WLTM, LTR and VWE to name just a few. A couple that have recently entered my consciousness are DDF and “clean”.

DDF stands for ‘Drug and Disease Free’ – I resent that just because I have HIV that I should be lumped in with recreational drug takers. Drug taking is illegal and a choice, I did not choose to be HIV positive nor is it illegal.

Clean. I’ve been asked a few times lately “Are you clean?” and I’m never sure quite how to answer “Well, I had a shower this morning.” would seem a sensible reply. But apparently this is a cloaked way of asking my HIV status. So by being HIV positive this seems to infer that I’m the opposite of clean, which would be dirty.

I find both these terms inaccurate (I’m a very clean person, almost obsessively so) and offensive. I’m not stumbling through the streets with Smallpox here, killing your grandparents, nor am I lurking in some alleyway shooting drugs into my arms. I have a virus which is well managed with medication and prevented with condoms.

How about, instead of pussyfooting around the subject and ending up offending me by likening me to a plague victim or a crack-addict, you just ask me what my HIV status is? Be straight with me and I’ll be straight with you.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off for shower…

Love and respect,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

Hello, nice to meet you, I’m HIV+

After my recent break-up I decided that I needed a good night out, so my friends and I planned a big Saturday night out. We started off at a house party before hitting the bars and clubs. I had an amazing time, it was so good to let my hair down, have a few drinks and dance like a nutter to some decent beats.

My single friends starting mingling, flirting and some even took guys home. It was only fairly late on that night, as I walked home through the snow, that I considered that maybe I was missing out here. I’ve not been single for a great deal of my adult life – tending to go from one relationship to another, and whilst I can flirt it up a storm online, being that cheeky in person doesn’t come easily to me – not with new people at least.

That’s two things I need to overcome:

  1. Remember that I’m single and allowed to flirt with guys in bars.
  2. Stop being so shy and allow myself to open up to new people in these situations.

Should I add those to my New Year’s Resolutions?

If only the trouble stopped there though. Being HIV positive adds yet another hurdle to overcome. At what point do I tell people, if at all? If I tell people right away up front I risk turning them off for what might only be a bit of dancing and making out. But if I don’t tell them until we get to the point of sex I risk being rejected when I’m at my most vulnerable.

Perhaps I should have a name badge made up, “Hi, My name is Sam and I’m HIV+” then people who are worried by my status can just avoid me? But then again I’m not sure even I’d approach someone who felt it was necessary to advertise their status on their shirt. All I really want is to be like my friends, who can go out on a Saturday, pull a cute guy, kiss his face off and go home with him. When I see a cute guy smiling at me across a bar all I do is panic, panic that once he finds out he’ll run a mile. I guess I could always just become a nun, but I’m allergic to wool…

Shy smiles,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

What’s that? Single again…

So it was only three days ago I was blogging about my Valentines Day Hope, and here I am three days later minus one boyfriend. You couldn’t make this stuff up really could you?

I don’t know if blogging about it “jinxed it” in any way, I’m not sure I even believe in jinxing/luck/fate/destiny etc but the timing couldn’t really be any worse either way. One day you blog about your love for a guy, and how it’s giving you hope for the future, and the next day he breaks up with you via text message.

So what happened? Basically our three month relationship had shifted largely to me supporting him emotionally, whilst he (on his much much larger salary – and unrequested by myself) spoiled me to keep me supporting him. It’s strange how you never see this stuff at the time. I felt uncomfortable with the constant gifts and guilty that I couldn’t reciprocate in kind, and it came to a head on Wednesday when it was made clear to me that my home-cooked candlelit dinner and card “wouldn’t cut it” and that because I wasn’t buying him things that I clearly didn’t care for him.

I asked to take a day’s space so we could consider the situation, and what we’d do going forwards. The next day I received a text telling me that I wasn’t a “suitable” boyfriend, and that it was over. Followed by several incredibly abusive texts including ones deriding my appearance.

The worst one however, was when he used my HIV status to mock me (not a first for my ex’s). He’d always been very supportive of me throughout our relationship but apparently now he’d stop caring it was OK to say “I can have any guy I want – especially as I’m HIV negative!”. That’s something I cannot and will not ever forgive. It has shown him to be way more immature than I ever thought was possible, and I feel saddened for him that he felt he had to stoop to that level.

So now I’m single, again, but this time around I don’t mind. I’m in a better place than I was three months ago, things are happening in my life and I’ve got a great group of friends around me, and do you know what, that last paragraph from my Valentine’s Day post:

It gives me hope, not just for me, but for everyone else out there, that if this mess of a person can find love again, then so can anyone. So if you’re sat reading this, feeling sorry for yourself today, STOP. There’s always hope. You never know what’s just around the corner. You might just surprise yourself.

I still believe that. I still hold that dear to me. There is now, and always will be hope. The world keeps turning, and I keep smiling.

 

Happy Friday boys and girls,

Sam
UKPositiveLad

Valentine’s Day Hope

Hi Guys,

I know it’s clichéd, but today’s post is about Valentines Day, and the feeling of hope it has given me. So bear with me.

In the last year or so I’ve managed to lose my job, break up with a long term boyfriend, lose my home and become HIV positive – which, as you can imagine left me in somewhat of a mess, both emotionally and practically. Even before my HIV diagnosis I didn’t think my love life had much hope, then once I was diagnosed I resigned myself to being single forever – being unemployed and living back with your family in your twenties isn’t terrible aluring either.

In late November I met someone rather special, someone who makes me feel like I’m worth bothering with, someone who, even though they’re HIV negative, doesn’t seem my HIV status as a barrier to us being together and someone I care for a great deal.

It gives me hope, not just for me, but for everyone else out there, that if this mess of a person can find love again, then so can anyone. So if you’re sat reading this, feeling sorry for yourself today, STOP. There’s always hope. You never know what’s just around the corner. You might just surprise yourself.

Love to all of you,

Sam
UKPositiveLad