It Isn't Easy
There are a lot of things that get in the way. People, medical issues, moral issues.
What really gets me is that even those who are educated about HIV are still hesitant about it.
Before I met my husband I dated a young man who was in the navy. We met in a chat room on the internet while he was overseas. (Ok, we didn’t really meet till he got stateside, but you get what I’m saying.) I was up front with him about my condition so he knew full well what he was getting in too, and it didn’t seem to bother him. We decided when he got back to the states that I would drive to Ohio to meet him and his family. I was a little nervous about this, but went anyway.
He was wonderful. His mother, well, not so much. A nurse no less. Someone who should know better. She told me up front that she didn’t have anything against me as a person; I seemed very nice, but she didn’t approve of a relationship with her son because of my medical condition. I would ruin his future. I would destroy his life if he were to contract the disease also. I wonder if she ever considered the fact that I thought about that myself, but in the end it was his decision to make.
I was there for a week and what makes matters worse is that I would overhear her talking to him doing her best to dissuade him from dating me. (He was going to be stationed a few miles from where I live and was on leave visiting his family.) I guess she finally got through to him because on the day I was set to leave, he said that he didn’t think it would be a good idea for us to see each other after that. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about me; it would just be easier for everyone.
Talk about being hurt. As if that wasn’t bad enough I had a horrible trip back home, car broke down and I was stuck in Kentucky for a day, then once I finally got back into Alabama I was in an accident, still 5 hours from home. (I wasn’t hurt, other than my feelings anyhow. I hydroplaned on a bridge and did about 10 360’s hitting both sides of the bridge. Amazingly the only damage to the car was a broken tire rod.)
I don’t know what changed his mind, but we did end up dating for quite a while once he did get stationed in Florida. It didn’t last, but I should have known it wouldn’t. He was much younger than me, and wanted different things. Doomed from the beginning I suppose but it was fun, and I still consider him a great guy.
I will never forget his mother though.
What really gets me is that even those who are educated about HIV are still hesitant about it.
Before I met my husband I dated a young man who was in the navy. We met in a chat room on the internet while he was overseas. (Ok, we didn’t really meet till he got stateside, but you get what I’m saying.) I was up front with him about my condition so he knew full well what he was getting in too, and it didn’t seem to bother him. We decided when he got back to the states that I would drive to Ohio to meet him and his family. I was a little nervous about this, but went anyway.
He was wonderful. His mother, well, not so much. A nurse no less. Someone who should know better. She told me up front that she didn’t have anything against me as a person; I seemed very nice, but she didn’t approve of a relationship with her son because of my medical condition. I would ruin his future. I would destroy his life if he were to contract the disease also. I wonder if she ever considered the fact that I thought about that myself, but in the end it was his decision to make.
I was there for a week and what makes matters worse is that I would overhear her talking to him doing her best to dissuade him from dating me. (He was going to be stationed a few miles from where I live and was on leave visiting his family.) I guess she finally got through to him because on the day I was set to leave, he said that he didn’t think it would be a good idea for us to see each other after that. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about me; it would just be easier for everyone.
Talk about being hurt. As if that wasn’t bad enough I had a horrible trip back home, car broke down and I was stuck in Kentucky for a day, then once I finally got back into Alabama I was in an accident, still 5 hours from home. (I wasn’t hurt, other than my feelings anyhow. I hydroplaned on a bridge and did about 10 360’s hitting both sides of the bridge. Amazingly the only damage to the car was a broken tire rod.)
I don’t know what changed his mind, but we did end up dating for quite a while once he did get stationed in Florida. It didn’t last, but I should have known it wouldn’t. He was much younger than me, and wanted different things. Doomed from the beginning I suppose but it was fun, and I still consider him a great guy.
I will never forget his mother though.
posted by Mrs. T at 3:33 PM
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