I was 21 and a pre-law senior at Tuskegee University hen I started feeling major fatigue. Nothing serious, I thought.
At that time, in 1991, the only people I saw speak about AIDS were gay white males. I didn't think it applied to me.
I came home to my mom's house, went to our family doctor and said, "Test me for everything." When we went for the results, the nurse put my file in the examining room with my mom and me. I looked inside, saw "HIV-Positive" and started crying and screaming, "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm only 21 and I'm going to die."
The doctor sent us to an AIDS specialist that same day. The specialist said, "Tell me about your boyfriend."
I said he's 28, tall, handsome and I met him in June. We were together all summer.
He asked if my boyfriend was bisexual. I said, "No way. This guy is very masculine and very honest. We're so close, he would have told me if he were."