"The police questioned me about an infected girl."


Sunday night I was in bed having convulsions, unable to breathe at all. I called 999 for an ambulance, straight into hospital, oxygen, drips. I was there for 7 weeks. So it was more when I was in that I lost a lot of weight. My CD4 count out was 3. Then I had a bad reaction to the drip they put into me. Heart-rate went through the roof... Then I was diagnosed with PCP (Pneumocystis pneumonia)...

They just came over and said, "You're HIV positive." But, that didn't really sink in... it was weeks after when I went back I saw that PCP is an AIDS definer... then I had all the guilt of “I could have contracted it 10 years ago” and thought "Jesus Christ! Who else could I have passed it on to?" And it is a vast amount of time! Obviously my partner tested positive...

I was just getting over it and accepting it and then there was a knock on the door and it was the Police investigating a girl who had [allegedly] been knowingly infected by a previous partner... The Police actually went to my parents' house and knocked on their door and told my mother they were looking for my father, because we had the same name! ... And then they came to me and mentioned the girl who had become infected... The police came knocking on my door asking if I knew this girl... could they have my medical records? As obviously there was a prosecution taking place.

I said that I wouldn't give them my medical records but I would give them blood. He asked me to go and make a victim impact statement. The officer told me to apply for criminal injuries, which was totally refused; I wasn't found a victim of anything. It just seemed as soon as you manage to put one thing behind you something else creeps up on you and takes its place.