When I was 17, I contracted genital herpes. How? Well, for a year I had one sexual partner. You could say he was my first “real” boyfriend. After we broke up, I was extremely upset and I thought if I had sex with another guy, I would feel better. A few days afterwards, I noticed symptoms and immediately called my doctor. When she examined me, she knew exactly what it was.
As she spoke I was in utter shock and disbelief. So many questions came to mind. How could this happen to me? What have I done to deserve something like this? How will I ever be able to tell my parents?
When she left to fill my prescription, I stormed out of the hospital. I just couldn’t believe what had happened. I couldn’t help feeling like just another statistic, just another girl with herpes. I felt so disgusted, so angry, and so alone.
I began to drive home but immediately pulled off onto the side of the road because I was so hysterical. Sadness filled my heart and I felt like my life was over. I cried harder than ever before. I thought that I would never be loved again. After I pulled myself together I started the car and returned home.
It’s been a little over a year now and I have to admit that I am finally coming to terms with my condition. I found a way to tell my parents and eventually I was able to forgive myself. If anything, dealing with genital herpes has made me a lot stronger of a person than ever before. I know who I am, I know I’ll be happy, and I know I’ll find love. Life is all about living and learning.
