I took a cab back to my apartment block, took a shower, and fell asleep. I felt filthy and angry at the world. Before I knew about it, I had not left my apartment in weeks. Instead, I had slowly fallen into depression. I had retained a slot in my class but I had lost a piece of myself. From a bubbly figure with lots of friends, I became an introvert always keeping to myself. My world was falling apart slowly and I watched it without feeling the need to break a sweat. I lost most of my friends because they didn’t know what I was going through and I preferred to keep it to myself. I stopped writing code and allowed my body, soul, and spirit to drift away slowly.
A few weeks later, my friend shared her concerns about my weight loss. I had noted but thought that my carefree life was to credit for that. But one day I came across the story of a lady who had been raped and infected with HIV. This story caused goosebumps and the hair at the back of my neck stood. My mind drifted away as I came to terms with my current condition. I finally comprehended all the weird signs I had read from my body the past few weeks. Discolorations on different parts of my body and discharges with bad odors from my genital area. I was not experienced in sexual life and this naivety had obstructed my need to get any checkup after the incident.
In the back of my mind, I knew that something was amiss but I preferred to bury these instincts and assume my life would return to normalcy. As if he’d sensed my intuition, the professor sent me a message asking about the state of my health. Suddenly there was a lump in my throat. I could neither swallow nor spit it out. He was all casual about it but I almost had the certainty to confirm my fears. I sat there thinking about my future which was slowly fading away in the dark. I believed I still had a high-quality future and this middle-aged man was just trying to prey on my insecurities.
However, I decided to visit the hospital where I found out that I was HIV positive. I had also contracted several viral infections which had manifested in my body somehow developing resistance to drugs. Long story short, it was a long and painful road to healing. I attended therapy but instead of getting better, I was getting worse. Instead of accepting my fate, I decided to get back to life. I would get healthy and bubbly but I would recruit an army to join in on my fight against the world.
I created a plan to infect more people to avoid being lonely around campus as the only HIV-positive person. So, I started taking my meds and a few months later I was back to my old bubbly self. Several people fell for me and ended up marked for life. But now that we’re talking about it, what’s not to like about me? That’s why we’re here. You fell for me and got everything I had to offer. I never forced you into it. As a matter of fact, you volunteered and even took me back to your place”.
At this point, I had mixed feelings. I was angry that she had preyed on me instead of just telling me to keep off. However, I also understood the pain she might have felt when she realized that, she was positive. But I did not agree with her plot to infect people and recruit them into her sick course. This was insane and uncalled for. What did she expect to achieve with this?
I chose not to be like my second sire into this unfair world. Rather than infecting people as she had urged, I decided to create awareness. I shared my story and got more people to open up. We shared our stories and looked forward to a high-quality life. It would be challenging but with accurate information, we hoped to achieve that.
I have come to learn from my fellow mates that campus students are the most prone to contracting the HIV virus. We are so focused on coronavirus that we have forgotten about some common illnesses that are spread while we remain in quarantine. People are constantly sneaking out and consequently contracting such viral diseases. Beware, you’d rather be discontinued from campus education but enjoy a higher quality of life. Campus education is important but how many people have dropped out and become successful in their endeavors.
If you’re being bullied, share your story on social media and I’m sure your bully will get what he deserves. Don’t remain quiet, instead speak out and address these predators in our societies.