Revelar mi estatus a familiares y seres queridos. Era como si fuera un trozo de muerte. Especialmente en relaciones potencialmente románticas.

Revealing my status to family and loved ones. It was as if a slice of death. Especially in potentially romantic relationships.

Dating

Mental health and acceptance. When I told my family my status, they immediately wanted nothing to do with me. My mother even went so far as to get on a plan to pre-pay for a burial plot and casket for me. I told them my status in 1992 when I found out. Anyway, since then, my mental health has suffered, so trying to work on that, but it's hard since resources are so limited.

Taking more meds. I really hate taking meds😒

El mundo no es tan empático como creía

The world is not as empathetic as I believed