I have so much to say but I’ll try to keep it short. I’m 22 living in a small town in NJ with my parents. I just got diagnosed about 3 weeks ago with genital HSV1 and this was the final straw this year. I’m a normal girl. Never had a problem with getting guys although I never even bothered. I’ve always kind of kept to myself. I’ve only had 3 legit boyfriends in my life and few sex partners. I’ve always been super careful to the point where I skeeved people. I have a shitty history when it comes to men. My dad neglected me growing up because he was too occupied with dictating and abusing my brother which I got to witness and which led my brother to rebel and become a drug user and abuse me. The cycle always continues and repeats from what I’ve experienced. I thought I found someone I could look up to in a man when I fell in love for the first time but he abandoned me without any explanation. My last relationship, which was this year, was the worst thing that could happen to me. I never thought I would find myself in an abusive relationship. Besides the physical abuse, there was mental and verbal. Having someone tell you you’re worthless and ugly and that no one likes you and talk shit on you after all you’ve done but good things for them, really messes with your psyche. After I broke up with him I rediscovered myself and put my soul back together since he robbed it from me. I’ve always been so self-aware and he made me feel like I didn’t even know myself anymore. After the summer ended I was really starting to find happiness amongst some other misfortunes I don’t feel like explaining, I reconnected with an old friend and that’s when it happened, I contracted this stupid stigmatized disease and pretty much lost myself again. For my 22nd Birthday my present from the world was herpes! All I’ve ever gotten from the male species was neglect, abandonment, abuse, and STDs. I like to believe I am intelligent, I’ve been through a lot and I’ve made it through because I am a strong person but this takes shit to a whole new level. Of course the question lingers “how could this happen to me?” Who am I? Every time I look in the mirror I recognize myself of course, but I see a different person at the same time, someone I’m upset with, someone I’m disappointed in. The angel on the one side of my shoulder is telling me to press on and things will be okay, and the devil on the other side is telling me everything is hopeless, give up already. This is just another thing to add to my baggage, not to mention I already have HPV which I got from that abusive demon. Once again, I find myself not knowing who I am. I am an honest and open person, but now I have a dark secret to hide. I am not promiscuous or a “slut” but now I’m looked at as one, and I’m not a dirty person but now I have something associated with being dirty. I have all the same fears, worries, and beliefs as I’ve been reading other people have that were diagnosed. I’m scared no one will ever be with me because of all of this. I am damaged goods. Not only am I fucked up from being abused, but I have two STDs I have to explain to a potential partner. I do believe that everything happens for a reason and I’ll probably connect all the dots one day and realize why this was destiny, but for right now I can’t help but to break down and cry and freak myself out every couple hours of each day. Every time I look at someone I think maybe they have it too! I’m always screaming “I have fucking herpes!” in my head. I shared a drink with a friend the other night and automatically thought “HERPES!” No one would ever imagine I would have this damn thing and two of my friends actually think I’m a lesbian at this point because I’m so introverted when it comes to men. Recently I saw one of my ex’s joke about Valtrex on his Instagram and my stomach dropped. Who knows maybe he has it too. I keep trying to tell myself it’s not a big deal but it will be when it complicates the next potential relationship I’m pursuing. Only my doctor, my mother, and the guy who gave it to me know about this. I feel so alone. I wish I could tell a friend but I can’t trust any of them enough and everyone knows everyone here, it would spread like wildfire. I don’t want people to know. I don't need anyone to tell me I'm a beautiful person or anything, I just want to relate to someone. When my doctor told me I had herpes I shouted in the examination room, “I’M FUCKED!!!”