@beBravebeBOLD thank you so much for your kind words! They really have helped ease my anxiety, even if for a short while. I appreciate you. ❤
Like you, I also exclusively saved my energy for those I could see a long term relationship with. I have had much experience disclosing (some casual hook ups). My approach was always to disclose most definitely before any kind of sexual activity when I felt I could trust a person with this information (again, small town where everyone basically knows of everyone else). So basically I always made sure to take things slow with lots of conversation to get to know of this person's character, this trustworthiness, xomoassion, open mindedness...etc. I had a whole formula. It seemed to work wonderfully.
This hasn't been my first rodeo since my diagnosis. I think that's what makes me even more disappointed in myself. I have been great with disclosing my status before any sexual activity. Men were surprisingly understanding and even knowledgeable about HSV despite being (allegedly) negative for it themselves. A couple of them stated they had exes with HSV. Very importantly, I'd always practice safer sex.
This current time was just so fast. But I also had so many opportunities to disclose within the 24 hours before we met up (and during the hangout too). Over the phone I would be this close👌🏽 to getting the words out... But I really liked him. I could see us moving further, possibly into a relationship. The shame kicked in hard, then I would chicken out and tell myself I was going to tell him if we take that step towards any form of intimacy.
I am also conflicted because ai feel like this encounter was mkre on the side of sexual assault. As much as I wanted to do it, I physically pushed him away with a serious tone for most of the encounter, which brings me back to my sexual assault that led to my HSV diagnosis. My attempts to explain my HSV diagnosis before sex were hushed. I am confused, full of guilt but angry at him for not listening to me when I tried to push him away and verbally tell him why. My last desperate resort was the stupid glove. I tried. My efforts were futile though, so that realization brings me right back to the guilt and anguish.
I also have severe clinical depression and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I have made so much progress with depressive episodes in the past year... I feel that progress is unraveling and my mental mental health is declining rapidly. I reallly don't want to end up back in the psychiatric hospital for severe depression. I want to practice better self care, but that motivation.... It's like -50.