it gets better
this is my story on how it got bad and how i’m now happy and thriving cause im a badass
(insert fresh prince of bell air theme song)
so to start off i’m male, 22 years old, i got ghsv2 around 8-9 months ago and im not going to sugar coat it. it sucked bad. the girl that had given it to me knew fully well what she was doing as she wrote in her extensively long paragraph on instagram as her username said “instagram user” since i had been blocked. she moved and i stayed in my city having to deal with what was my new life
first couple of weeks were the worse, i was reading stories online about how other people experiences were , bad or good and it put me in a dark place. i didn’t want to even tell anyone for the longest time
fast forward a few months and i had met this pretty nice girl. we hit it off great and became great friends, i had told her i was not wanting a relationship but as time went on she kept persisting. i kept saying no and eventually one night we had a couple of drinks and had got on me trying to touch my pickle( not gona happen) i gave her the final”NO” and eventually i ended up telling her about my diagnosis. she ended up being very understanding about it as i explained what it was and how it happend the whole 9 yards
now here’s where you think things get better
fUck no it didn’t
she went and told all of her friends about how i had herpes/hsv2 and was eventually blocked out of the blue. couple of more weeks later i start getting texts from my friends about instagram storys saying how girls in the area to be cautious of me for having hsv2 and how i was “trying to spread it without their knowledge “
as for somone i thought could be trusted close to me with something i was very sensitive about this made me feel so many emotions. to be lied about, betrayed by somone i trusted.
by this point i didn’t even want to let myself out of my house. i felt less then human, like a monster. for something i didn’t ask to get and for roumors and lies to be made of me i wanted to just end it all and quit game.
i had got rid of everything i owned at this point, i was ready to let go. but something told me to just hold off one more day. i made a lengthy post on instagram and facebook of my side of the story, about 7 walls of text back to back. it was the biggest weight off my shoulders by far.
as i woke up from my hungover state of mind i checked my phone to an overwhelming amount of support from my friends and family, hearing stories about other people’s experiences and how they were afraid to let others know and congratulated me for coming out , even if i didn’t want to. i actually got to talk to one of my parents friends who both had hsv2 and how things worked for them. it made me feel human again
as for the girl who started the whole rumor she had texted me about how sorry she was that she told her girl friends and it had got blown out of proportion , i let her know i forgive her but will not let things go back to the way it was.
since then things have settled out. i don’t care what people think, i do what i want and i get outside and i get active. what’s really helped me out from the whole shabang of bullshit was having my small group of friends support and help me out through the whole ordeal. riding motorcycle and hitting fat ass wheelies on the streets with the boys really brings me back to who i used to be.
although things are better i still have no idea what it will be like in the future for me dating wise but i will say, the less you look at it, the less of a problem it becomes (to certain things of course)
so if you’re down and feeling crappy go outside and learn a new skill, get busy. do something productive and stop sitting inside
side note, i have noticed changing my diet and being healthier has helped with outbreaks more then antivirals have for me. not sure how it is with everyone else but there is that
TLDR- i got herpes , rumors and shit got spread around, i got better cause i ride motorcycles and do wheelies cause im a fucking badass that cranks hogs
and i own a GMT800 HOSS
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