I’m not quite sure how I followed a link to TrèsSugar, but I noticed a column at the top of the page that said, “Sunday Confession: I Have Herpes.” I clicked, pleasantly surprised to see what I expected to be a column that attempted to destigmatize herpes. What I read was this:
I have genital herpes.
Imagine turning 19 years old and on your 19th birthday your gynecologist calls you just to tell you that you tested positive for herpes. I found out February 2010 on my birthday. It was pretty difficult.
All my friends know. Even my best friend. Now I have no friends. No best friends. I believe that my boyfriend of 9 months gave me herpes. I had unprotected sex with him and 3 days later a bump appeared on my vagina. I have had three breakouts since then. They are less painful as the time goes on, but the fact that I have it never goes away.
I stay with my boyfriend because I do not want to give herpes to anyone else. My advice to all people out there, use protection, and never trust anyone when they say they don’t have anything!
I am horrified and saddened all at once. This confession is a great example of why comprehensive sex education is so important and websites like Scarleteen are so vital (if you haven’t been following their blog carnival, you can read the complete round up over at AAG’s. Yes, I know I’m a terrible person for not contributing. I’M SORRY. I’VE BEEN WORKING A LOT LATELY).
I’m horrified and saddened that the people that this girl trusted enough to disclose this information to would completely shun her for it. I’m horrified and saddened that her “friends” would stop talking to her because she has an STD. I’m horrified and saddened that people still think that having an STD makes someone “dirty” or “bad.” I’m horrified and saddened that these people are punishing her because she contracted an STD by having sex with her boyfriend, someone she was in a relationship with.
I’m sad that this girl (maybe) wasn’t taught enough about safer sex practices. I’m sad for her that the person she trusted to share her body with gave her an STD and violated her trust by not telling her that he had one beforehand, and allowing her to have unprotected sex with him. And then I wonder whether he knows that he has herpes. I want to tell her to tell him that she has it, in case he does not, so that they can protect themselves. I want to tell her that she does not have to stay with someone because she feels like she’s now “dirty” or “tainted” in some way. I want to tell her about safer sex practices, and the ways that you can avoid spreading STDs to your partners. I want to tell her that having herpes does not “ruin” her for other people, and that it isn’t her fault.
And the sad fact remains that all of this could have been avoided if everyone involved had just had some comprehensive sex education. All of it.
Easy
I can’t really explain what it is about my relationship with Jesus that makes it so fantastic. I mean, he’s sexy, has chest hair, is great in bed, makes me laugh, likes to cuddle, and treats me like gold, but these should be givens in any relationship. These are the things I should expect out of any relationship I’m in, even if I haven’t always gotten them. But there’s something about this relationship that’s different. There’s something about it that’s just… easy.
It just is. It developed organically. We met and fucked, exchanged numbers, and somehow just kept calling each other and hanging out. It wasn’t weird. I never wondered if he was gonna text me or if I should text him. I never wondered if he liked me. I never wondered where this was going. It just went. We just kind of naturally stopped seeing other people without any big Talk about it. We just kind of naturally started referring to each other as “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” without any real Discussion about what that meant. Oh sure, we were like, “Oh, wow. Did you just call me [your significant other]? Weird! But keep doing it! I like it!” But it didn’t illicit a panic from one of us, and it was never really brought up again. It was just The Way It Was.
I never question where we stand. I don’t walk on eggshells wondering if I screw up if he’ll break up with me. I don’t worry about saying or doing something to scare him away. If we get in a fight I don’t panic that it might be the end of our relationship. I’m not afraid to be weird or dorky or completely myself when I’m around him. I’m not afraid to show him my scars and the skeletons I keep in my closet. I don’t worry that I’m smothering him because I’m too affectionate or send too many texts. I’m not concerned about asking for a night alone or with my friends when I’m starting to feel smothered myself. I think about making plans for things in the not-so-near future and that doesn’t scare me. I think about a future with this person, and it doesn’t make me want to run in the other direction screaming.
We’ve only been dating about three months, but I can already tell that this one is different. This one is easy.