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The first time Nathaniel Hall had bad, he contracted the HIV-infected virus. He was 16 and had just become homobadual. Out of fear and shame, it took him 14 years to share the diagnosis with his family.
Last year, he "left the closet" for the second time in his life, when he wrote a play about his experience. Nathaniel, a 32-year-old theologian, currently lives in Manchester, England. He hopes that his monologue will provoke a debate on the representations of HIV in popular culture.
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Nathaniel explains how he treated the diagnosis while still a teenager.
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"He (the partner) told me that he had pbaded exams and that everything was fine"
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"I knew I was gay when I was about 13 or 14 years old, but 2003 was a different period.
And then this guy happened – I was 16 years old, he was older, he was 20 years old (in the UK, the age of consent – in which the person is considered legally
Suddenly, this old man listened to me and almost validated my speech – it was very engaging, so we started to meet.
This relationship did not last long – (19659007) When I talked to him (about the diagnosis of HIV), I was not sure if I could do it,), His friends sent me messages – remember that they were older than me – saying that I do not have any. Was that a stupid boy self, who invented and even worse.
So I just wanted him to undergo the test and receive the treatment so that he would not continue have to transmit the virus because most infections come from people who do not know how to carry it.
But I never knew what he knew. He told me that he had already pbaded the exam and that it was clean … at 16, you can not deny it.
"It was as if I had been knocked over by a bus"
I had just turned 17 when I got the diagnosis. I remember you were very, very kind to me at the clinic. Then I remember going home and making that decision … I made the decision to go to my room and close the door instead of saying what had happened .
It was as if I'd been run over by a bus … because, when I was trying to remember, it was almost a physical sensation of Be hit hard. I remember crying. What they said was very different from what they say today.
It was not the time of the AIDS epidemic … the remedies were available and they were good, they improved, but they gave me the the prognosis that I would live about 37 years old. Having a number as defined at this age was very difficult to manage.
I received professional help during my college years and I received support. I thought everything was fine until the end of last year, when I had a piripac.
"I think that's the shame that has me controlled"
I think shame is the main … it's the only illness to which a moral judgment is attached and even, to a certain extent, a self-judgment.
I was gay … but I grew up in a heterobadual world. You hear that it's morally wrong or that what you're doing is dirty and should bother you. I was overwhelmed by this thought.
Then you hear that kind of warning – "ah, you are going to be punished." So it was like a prophecy that was happening at that time and it was very powerful – and that's the guilt that I put myself in.
When I was in school, the only bad education we received about a gay relationship was a video in which a homobadual man died of AIDS.
It was completely obsolete, but those messages that I received – that I could do without sentences or that I did bad things, immoral or something like that – did not come from my family, they came from all sides.
I absorbed them over time and, suddenly, I became that stereotype. So, I guess guilt really controlled me.
"I did not recognize who I was"
I think the key moment was when I spent two days waking up after a party, without sleeping at all. I looked in the mirror and I did not recognize the person in front of me.
I realized then that drugs and alcohol did not necessarily take control of my life, but that I abused them in a way that was of no use to me.
This was not a serious addiction, but I drove myself independently through alcohol. I was just trying to get rid of the silent anxiety and stress accumulated over the years.
I realized that if I did not do anything at that time, it could become a serious and real problem. Something had to change.
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