I’ve been going to see healthcare professionals about my sexual health since 1985. I was sixteen, and my boyfriend and I were fucking one another’s brains out with predictable results. I’d a scorching UTI, and Planned Parenthood was most accommodating. Since then, I’ve been quite attentive of my sexual health. Regular pelvics, started up my breast exams promptly when I hit 40. PAP smears at least every year…more frequently when there were some ambiguous results back when I was in my early 20s.
I usually don’t sweat it when I go in for STD and STI test results. The notable exception being for the year or so after a guy violated my boundaries and committed an act of sexual assault by penetrating me without a condom. I was apprehensive then, and made sure to step up my game about being tested. I’d had the usual screening. They asked me about my drug and alcohol use, number of partners, safer sex practices…any symptoms I’d displayed…the works.
And I’d never received any troubling news. Not until December 23rd.
I was just back in town, fresh off of a 9.5 hour long-haul bus trip. I hit NYC, took an INSANE and illegal cab ride all over lower Manhattan, Williamsburg and Harlem, dropped off my things at the home of the friends for whom I would be pet-sitting through Christmas, and ran back downtown to the Callen-Lorde Clinic. I met with the Doctor, who had the results of a whole lot of blood-work up on the screen.
Cholesterol…a little high. More oatmeal, less [INSERT EVERY FOOD THAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING HERE]. The line was displaying in red. Funny how red instantly lets you know some shit is going down. I couldn’t read much from my angle, but I was skipping ahead to see of anything else was red. The first page was all in the black…all clear. He clicked to the next page…another red line. This one was something about crystals in the urine…did I drink enough water? My kidneys could use some help, otherwise I might be at risk for kidney stones. Not the kind of pain I dig. I nodded. OK more oatmeal, more water.
Next Page. A bunch of letters abbreviating a lot of scary stuff. HEP A, HEP B, HEP C, HIV…
And somewhere down the page, a line in red. And another.
My vision blurred.
â€œYour tests came in positive for exposure to Herpes.â€ the doctor said, like he said it all the time. Which he probably does. I blinked.
â€œBut I haven’t ever had an outbreakâ€ I said, my voice shockingly level and calm to my ears, which were ringing.â€ â€œI mean, I’ve never even had a cold sore. Ever. Nothing.â€
He explained that some people are asymptomatic, basically immune to the effects of the HSV I and HSVII viruses, but they can still carry them.
I keep breathing. Strangely enough, the world didnâ€™t end at that precise moment. I felt numb. I stared at those two red lines on the monitor.
â€œSo what do those numbers mean? Like, do I have a LOT of Herpes? Or is this just a little Herpes? Because I’d like to know how awesome my immune system is. Am I immune despite a whole lot of herpes trying to kick my ass? Or is it just a few herpes?â€
So, sue me, I’m an overachiever. If my immune system is managing the Mongol Horde of Herpes, I wanna know about it. Bragging rights and all.
â€œThose numbers don’t really matter once theyâ€™re above a 0.9, honestly.â€
Yeah, Iâ€™d heard statistics about how common herpes is. And I know it isn’t a death sentence. And among people who have herpes? I’m relatively lucky. No sores, no outbreaks, minimal likelihood of sharing the fun with a partner who might not be symptom-resistant, like I am.
I left the clinic and wandered around for a while, lost in a fog. I realized, ironically, there was an upside to not having had sexual intercourse at all since April 2010, and having had intimate sexual contact with exactly two people since then. This meant only two people qualified to be on the â€œNeed To Knowâ€ list.
I called up the first of the two people with whom I’d had sexual contact in the past 2 years. Explained that, though I was asymptomatic, I had just learned I was a carrier for Herpes. They didnâ€™t freak out or yell at me. In fact, they thanked me for letting them know so quickly. I was relieved to learn that they’d been tested prior and subsequent to our encounter, tested negative, and had no status change.
The other person…well.Â As the perp of a sexual assault, and as someone who severed contact with me when I confronted him about his behaviours? I’m not sure how to handle that. I do know of one of his partners, and I wonder if the ethical thing to do might be to advise them…but I just don’t know. It seems weird to not tell them anything, and it seems problematic to contact this guyâ€™s other partners out of the blue and possibly, needlessly, worry them. I may have been positive decades before I met him. I may have picked up the virus from him,and there is no way Iâ€™ll ever know.
I called a few more friends, some of whom are health-care professionals or educators about sexual health. No one furthered my desire to freak out. Several of them shared that they also had Herpes. I even called my Mom, who said she was glad I was taking care of myself, and said she would pray for my continued health, and that she was glad I was otherwise OK. Several of my friends who are positive for herpes advised me that being asymptomatic is its own blessing: having it and not being plagued with outbreaks means you have one less thing to worry about, and your body isnâ€™t likely to drag out monsters from the basal ganglia to set your nether regions ablaze.
Later in the day I spoke to TheDominantGuy. I told him about my diagnoses. We had never had any intimate sexual contact during the course of our relationship. So he wasnâ€™t at risk of my having transmitted herpes to him. Thatâ€™s why he wasnâ€™t on my â€œOMFG Notify Immediately!!â€ list. But I figured I would let him know anyway, mostly because I was irrationally afraid that being diagnosed with a STD would put a damper on that ever happening in the future. Much to the disappointment of my inner drama queen, he didn’t reject me on the spot as damaged goods.
He asked which type it was for which Iâ€™d tested positive.
â€œAll of them.â€
â€œYes. All your herpes are belong to us.â€
I crack myself up….who cracks old internet meme jokes while doling out bad news? Clearly thatâ€™d be me.
â€œ All, both, whatever. Iâ€™m fully herped.â€
â€œYep, that’s what the doctor said, too. But hell, Iâ€™m an overachiever.â€
Merry Christmas, right?
The holidays continued rough for a few reasons. Not gonna get into that now, but eventually, I realized I wasn’t obsessing about having all them Herpes viruses. I also eventually managed to stop referring to myself as a â€œPlague Dog.â€and only occasionally made grim â€œTyphoid Maryâ€ jokes.
To say I am fortunate, to say it could be worse, is little comfort, really. Logical reasoning doesn’t get me past the rage of having a virus in my body that has the potential…however scant…to hurt someone else.
It is already so difficult for me to achieve sexual intimacy, it doesn’t come easily to me. This just felt like another barricade on an already impassible road and now I was sure it was gonna be WAY less travelled.
And then it gets crazier.
I thought I knew enough to keep myself safe. Clearly I did not. So in order to try to get a handle on this, I started doing research.
I discovered that MANY people who have Herpes are asymptomatic: i.e. they never have outbreaks. I also learned that between 65 ~ 80% of adults are seropositive for HSV1, the virus that causes oral herpes. (cold sores)
I learned that the statistics as they apply to HSV2, the strain that usually causes genital Herpes, are a bit more troubling.
The latest HSV-2 data â€“ announced at CDCâ€™s National STD Conference in Atlanta on March 9, 2010, and published today in CDCâ€™s Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report (MMWR) â€“ indicates that overall national HSV-2 prevalence remains high (16.2%) and that the disease continues to disproportionately burden African-Americans (39.2% prevalence), particularly black women (48.0% prevalence), who face a number of factors putting them at greater risk, including higher community prevalence and biological factors that put women of all races at greater risk for HSV-2 than men.
Did you catch that?
FORTY PERCENT of black people in the USA have the HSV-2 virus.
And ALMOST HALF of black women in the USA have been infected with HSV-2.
When I found this stat, I thoughtÂ â€œThis canâ€™t be right and if it is, why isnâ€™t there way the fuck more education about this?! Why donâ€™t clinics routinely test for this when we come in? Why are we so disproportionately represented? How many women give birth and transmit the virus unknowingly to their babies?”
I have more questions than answers. I’m still learning about this grim statistical data. And I have but one voice and one blog. But I know that people need to know about this. And people need to stop being so fucking afraid to talk about their health, and their sexual health because something is terribly, terribly wrong when statistics like this arenâ€™t widely known, and sexual education is something people fightÂ AGAINST.
And you know the awful thing? Part of me feels ashamed, diseased, like damaged goods…shit, the language we use around this isnâ€™t even all right.
People talk about having STD and STI test results come back negative and refer to themselves as being â€œClean.â€
SO, am I now â€œDirty?â€
Thatâ€™s just not OK.
It isn’t fair. It isn’t OK for me to feel that way. It is not right that I should be able to have compassion for other folks who are positive for all manner of STDs and STIs, and yet sit awake at odd hours, and have terrible dreams of trying to escape my body.
I DO want to say: please get tested. MOST CLINICS AND DOCTORS WILL NOT AUTOMATICALLY PERFORM HSV TESTS. Keep in mind, because I never had a cold sore or any lesions or outbreaks? I was never tested. You have to ask, you have to INSIST and you have to be firm in your resolve to get this test, even if you are asymptomatic.
Know your status.
And if you are positive, and can share your story? Talk about it. It makes a difference. Stigma is eroded with numbers.
Thank you for reading.