Voice of ONE
Where It Came From
February 2, 2012
I know now where I got it, THIS. I no longer need a man-map trying to retrace my who's and where's of the years past. One email answered it all today. I sent an email to one of my ex-boyfriends' exes via Facebook a few weeks ago. I've known they were not together for a few months now. I noticed she was single again, and I sent her an email. We're not friends, but we KNOW each other. We have for years. I just dropped her a line saying I had no idea what happened with THEM, but I hoped she had a good new year and found a guy who treated her better than our ex. She wrote me back.
December 17, 2011
I am a political junkie. I am also a media addict. I majored in journalism and being a total liberal how could I NOT fall in love with the Occupy Wall Street movement? I am the 99 percent. We are just floating along in the water with debt up to our necks. History is written daily. Little things impact us that we see on the news that we did not expect. Things like Columbine and Katrina, 9/11, Virginia Tech. Well, Occupy found ME. These are MY people. This is MY cause. More than 50 percent of my income goes to rent. The last few weeks we have had rent and gas money and $100.00 for groceries for two weeks -- that's it.
One Day Together -- One Mouse Click Away
November 23, 2011
Silently we all sat in our secluded lives, afraid, embarrassed, guilty. Sneaking pills at meals so our friends and family don't notice. Before the time of the Internet and Facebook we would truly be alone in this. I'm not sure how those diagnosed in the '80s made it. Support groups were HUGE back then, I'm sure.
September 8, 2011
I want to go home. The California heat and my mommy are calling. I'm not homesick, I'm heart sick. After the loss of my father the only thing that seems to matter to me is family and pre-existing friends. I don't have the energy nor the desire to go out and meet new people or couples to hang out with. I don't know what to say to them. I feel like I live currently in a BAD Lifetime movie.
Money: The Biggest Challenge to Sticking With Meds
September 1, 2011
I cut my finger on a can and freaked out. I would not touch my son. We were home alone in the kitchen making lunch; he was crying and I was bleeding. Staring at my finger, as the blood slowly trickled down, it felt so weird to look the enemy in the face for the first time since being diagnosed.
Happy 1st Birthday Myles! A Crazy Year in Review
July 15, 2011
Toilet paper is scattered across the wood floor like newly fallen snow. In the corner Myles and Nash, our new 4-month-old puppy, play tug o war with the last remaining connected squares. Marley the cat watches curiously; apparently he never knew the joy of toilet paper. Keanen my stay-home-daddy husband is on the couch looking like a zombie.
I Don't Have Time to Be Sick
May 12, 2011
Job that pays the bills (most of the time) -- check. Medication and 12-month refill for my prescriptions -- check. New medical insurance through work -- check. Positive support system via friends, family & fans -- check. Having free time to go see a new doctor and get my lab work done -- NO check. I simply don't have TIME to be sick.
March 29, 2011
I am sad. I have had a shitty year but I'm strong and will not let it overpower my life. When it comes down to it, sometimes life just SUCKS. From about two weeks after I got married my poor husband and I have been on this roller coaster of emotional heartbreak called LIFE.
A Killer Sex Drive?
February 18, 2011
We had sex; not a big deal. We're married. We're supposed to have sex. It wasn't the first time and it won't be the last time.
Paying It Forward
January 20, 2011
I got an email from BABES (my Seattle HIV Female Support Group) in October asking if I would speak on World AIDS Day. In the financial havoc which is our government for some reason they are looking to cut funding for everything, anywhere. One of the items on the chopping block is HIV testing for pregnant women; seems I am a poster child for this being a BAD thing. Without hesitation I grabbed the reins. Excited, nervous, and proud. Had I not been tested by my doctor when I was 3 months pregnant, my son would have HIV. I would not be on meds, and my viral load and CD4 count would be more scary than they still are.
Voice of ONE
Brooke was diagnosed HIV positive in January 2010 -- two months married and 11 weeks pregnant with her first baby -- and has already begun to educate others about HIV. She lives in Seattle, and her poetry has been featured on TheBody.com. Her son was born on July 15, 2010.
Subscribe to Brooke's Blog:
January 26, 2015 - Back on the HIV Juice, and More Updates From Texas: A Blog Entry by Brooke Davidoff
November 9, 2014 - From Seattle to Texas: The Big Move -- A Blog Entry by Brooke Davidoff
September 24, 2014 - Disclosure, HIV and Me: A Blog Entry by Brooke Davidoff
September 8, 2014 - A Past Eviction: New Ways for My HIV Diagnosis to Kick Our Asses -- A Blog Entry by Brooke Davidoff
June 16, 2014 - Brookey's Back and Bitchin': A Blog Entry by Brooke Davidoff
A Brief Disclaimer:
The opinions expressed by TheBody.com's bloggers are entirely their own, and do not necessarily reflect the views of TheBody.com itself.