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.....all I knew was that I had to go to the hospital every month and have an IV put in me for about 6 hours each time. At 9 years old I had to take this liquid medicine that was horrible. Many times the adults thought that I was taking the medicine but most of the time I was pouring it down the sink and when it was pills I had to take, I would hide them in the trash for example if there was a soda can, I would throw it in there...very sneaky hu? I never knew why doctors had to keep switching my meds, but now I know it was because my system had build up resistance to the medication because I never took them the way I was supposed to. I think it was when I was 16 years old when I began to be adherent to my medication. Before this time I didn't realize the severity of this thing that lurked inside my body. One thing I can say is that being born with this virus kept me from being a permiscuas teen but it didn't stop me form being a typical teen...let me go back a little and tell you how it started then I will continue

One of my parents gave it to the other between the years of 1980-1984. In 1991 my father tested positive, so then the whole family was tested and that's how they found out that my father, mother, and I were positive. I have 4 older brothers who are negative cus they were born before my parents were infected. My mother became very depressed, stressed out, and felt guilt from what I was told by my oldest brother. I think that's what killed her on April 10th 1992. My brother said she would lay down in bed with me in her arms and just cry as if there was no hope for us. I don't remeber most of my childhood for some reason, I don't know if that's normal or if it's because of memory loss. I guess I wouldn' t know. My father was incarcerated for hustling drugs sometime after diagnosed. My brother said that my father did it for the family, to make enough money to support us (my brothers and I) so when he dies. When he got out of prison in 1993 my brothers and I moved in with him after living with my aunt for about a year. My father struggled to raise my 3 older brothers and me which brought a lot of stress and worry in his life as well. On December 2nd, 1995 he passed.....to be continued......

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