RE: How's Everyone Feeling Right Meow?
November 4, 2016 at 9:34 pm
(This post was last modified: November 4, 2016 at 9:36 pm by vorlon13.)
I'm almost 60, my experiences in this regard are anachronistic.
30 years ago when I had the test the first time, I did make a phone call, but the verbiage wasn't much more than "OK, I went and had 'The Test' and I'm fine, go worry about something else." Click.
I'm profoundly lucky various and sundry relatives didn't figure me out as a kid, and I left the area I grew up in at age 17, and I couldn't get away fast enough.
I have some friends that have attended PFLAG meetings with their parents/family members. I'd give that a ++good, but keep in mind, from me it's anecdotal evidence.
There was one other gay male (at least) in my class at school, but he died in an accident our freshman year. It was a total fluke I found out about him, absolutely no one left around here suspects a thing about him, and I'll never tell.His folks never, ever suspected. Hell, I wouldn't have believed it except the one who told me mentioned him first, and as someone he'd had relations with. It was jaw dropping.
I've had friends get sick from HIV, get hospitalized and die, and their parents never acknowledged the elephant in the room. But that was 30 years ago, it's gotta be better now. And 30 years ago, everyone I knew that became sick from HIV died, and that went on for 10 years. It's a manageable condition these days, nothing like it was back then. As I noted elsewhere, it wasn't so much that the treatments improved enough I noted when members of my peer group stopped dying, it's that my peer group was wiped out before the treatments improved enough to save them. My group of friends that remain from the 70s, the few that are left, are almost all HIV-, the rest didn't make it.
You're fortunate now, almost unimaginably so.
30 years ago when I had the test the first time, I did make a phone call, but the verbiage wasn't much more than "OK, I went and had 'The Test' and I'm fine, go worry about something else." Click.
I'm profoundly lucky various and sundry relatives didn't figure me out as a kid, and I left the area I grew up in at age 17, and I couldn't get away fast enough.
I have some friends that have attended PFLAG meetings with their parents/family members. I'd give that a ++good, but keep in mind, from me it's anecdotal evidence.
There was one other gay male (at least) in my class at school, but he died in an accident our freshman year. It was a total fluke I found out about him, absolutely no one left around here suspects a thing about him, and I'll never tell.His folks never, ever suspected. Hell, I wouldn't have believed it except the one who told me mentioned him first, and as someone he'd had relations with. It was jaw dropping.
I've had friends get sick from HIV, get hospitalized and die, and their parents never acknowledged the elephant in the room. But that was 30 years ago, it's gotta be better now. And 30 years ago, everyone I knew that became sick from HIV died, and that went on for 10 years. It's a manageable condition these days, nothing like it was back then. As I noted elsewhere, it wasn't so much that the treatments improved enough I noted when members of my peer group stopped dying, it's that my peer group was wiped out before the treatments improved enough to save them. My group of friends that remain from the 70s, the few that are left, are almost all HIV-, the rest didn't make it.
You're fortunate now, almost unimaginably so.
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